[Verse 1] You walk in like a storm front Thunder in a tailored coat I’m all cracked porcelain Hairline lines I never show You set your coffee on my table Make rings in my white oak I say “stay a little longer” You say “how far can I go?” [Pre-Chorus] You trace the spine of my doubt Every ghost I swallowed down Every locked Rusted mouth You press and I fall out [Chorus] I want to be with you Buried inside my fever dream Flood every desert room Till my quiet floors all scream Pour into every crack Fill every hollowed-out heartbeat I want to be with you So deep I forget where I end Where you breathe (oh) [Verse 2] Tongue like a match in a dark house One small spark and the rafters sigh You paint my ribs in wildfire Smoke spelling out your name inside You find the rooms that smell of winter Sheets stiff with untouched years You open all my hidden windows Let your summer crawl through here [Pre-Chorus] Your hands read braille on my scars Like a map to buried stars Every “never” that I carved You melt it Part by part [Chorus] I want to be with you Buried inside my fever dream Flood every desert room Till my quiet floors all scream Pour into every crack Fill every hollowed-out heartbeat I want to be with you So deep I forget where I end Where you breathe [Bridge] Be my ink in the paper My rain in the copper pipes My storm under plaster Rattling pictures through the night Be the vine in my staircase Climbing into attic dust Wrap around my hidden places Break the boards I used to trust (yeah) [Chorus] I want to be with you Buried inside my fever dream Flood every desert room Till my quiet floors all scream Pour into every crack Fill every hollowed-out heartbeat I want to be with you So deep I forget where I end Where you breathe [Outro] Stay Till the walls breathe our steam Stay Till the floorboards believe Stay Till the ceiling caves in And there’s only your heat Only your heat And me

pop, Dark, cinematic alt-pop; male vocals that swing between a whispered confessional and raw belting. Piano and cello drive the verses in a slow, pulsing rubato; drums and bagpipes crash in for the choruses with a half-time stomp that suddenly flips to double-time fills. Flute and clarinet weave dissonant, fluttering countermelodies, then lock into a unison scream at the emotional peaks. Intense dynamic swells, breathy close-mic verses exploding into big, distorted, reverbed hooks., cello, slow, deep, clarinet

Inside My Fever Dream