[Intro]
(Starts with an airy, low-pass filtered field recording of wind blowing through a window screen. A soft, analog synth pad enters, playing slightly out-of-tune chords. A chopped, pitch-corrected vocal snippet cuts through the warmth).
[Female Vocals]:
Floating up... so high.
Missy Land.
[Verse 1]
[Male Vocals]:
My shoes aren't even touching the pavement anymore.
The air tastes different up here—cooler, a little sweet.
Left all the neon buzzing and the streetlights behind,
Just trying to clear out the attic of my mind.
Look at that skyline, it’s all washed out in pastel pink.
Feels like that blur right before you fall asleep, or wake up.
[Chorus]
[Female Vocals]:
Pink cotton candy clouds, carrying me home.
Way above the rooftops where we used to run around.
The whole night is just exploding in pink and gold,
Soaked through in this light that never goes away.
Cotton candy clouds, and we’re never coming down.
We left all that heavy luggage back on the sidewalk.
[Verse 2]
[Male Vocals]:
Static from the radio finally cut out.
No traffic, no people, no one asking where I've been.
We’re just drifting like lint in a sunbeam,
Everything's shifting, everything's starting over.
[Pre-Chorus]
(The sub-bass starts to pulse softly underneath, mimicking a distant heartbeat).
[Female Vocals]:
We got way above the highway noise and the concrete.
If you quiet down, you can hear the sky breathe.
Look right at it—that weird, glowing fog.
We’re just melting into it.
(The instrumental cuts out completely. Just a close-mic, dry vocal exhale).
Breathe.)
[The Drop]
(Melodic Color Bass / Future Bass Instrumental. Instead of aggressive, metallic growls, the drop uses hyper-sappy, liquid chords that feel like they are crying. Bright, squelchy lasers mimic a vocal melody, firing over a massive, moving sub-bass and a punchy, acoustic-sounding snare).
[Bridge]
(The drums and heavy bass disappear instantly. A raw, unpolished acoustic harp pluck takes over, accompanied by a soaring, cinematic string section that feels close and intimate)
[Male Vocals]:
Weightless.
Outside of time.
It's almost blinding.
(A white-noise riser builds up, mimicking the rushing sound of an airplane cabin opening up to warm air)
Let's fly.
[Chorus]
[Female Vocals]:
Pink cotton candy clouds, carrying me home.
Way above the rooftops where we used to run around.
The whole night is just exploding in pink and gold,
Soaked through in this light that never goes away.
Cotton candy clouds, and we’re never coming down.
We left all that heavy luggage back on the sidewalk.
[Outro]
(The drums fade out. The chopped vocal from the intro returns, drenched in a 10-second stadium reverb decay, slowing down like a vinyl record stopping).
[Female Vocals]:
Carrying me home...
Never coming down...
[Both Vocals together]
Cotton candy.
(The music dies out entirely, leaving only the faint, gritty hiss of an empty microphone channel fading into silence).
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