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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I mailed a blue spoon to the mayor of sleep
He sent back a door with a number too deep
The hallway was folded inside of my shoe
I asked it for weather, it answered, “A shoe”
[Pre-Chorus]
The ceiling keeps lowering
My name has four corners
I swallow a question
It grows little horns
[Chorus]
Don’t explain the red ocean
It is busy becoming a chair
I put both hands on the silence
And found somebody else standing there
Don’t explain, don’t explain
The answer is wearing my face
I ran from the room in a circle
And arrived at the same empty place
[Verse 2]
A trumpet was crying beneath the sink
The faucet said, “Maybe,” then started to blink
My left eye remembered a house made of bread
My right eye was busy convincing the dead
[Pre-Chorus]
The calendar’s breathing
The floor has a fever
I borrowed tomorrow
It vanished through neither
[Chorus]
Don’t explain the red ocean
It is busy becoming a chair
I put both hands on the silence
And found somebody else standing there
Don’t explain, don’t explain
The answer is wearing my face
I ran from the room in a circle
And arrived at the same empty place
[Bridge]
If the walls are asleep, why are they counting?
If the clock has no hands, why am I late?
There’s a small black sun in the kitchen
And it keeps asking me to translate
I translated it into a window
The window translated to rain
The rain put a coat on the doorway
And walked out carrying my name
[Final Chorus]
Don’t explain the red ocean
Let it turn into furniture there
I put both hands on the silence
It put both hands in my hair
Don’t explain, don’t explain
The answer has fallen apart
I ran from the room in a circle
And the circle was larger than my heart
[Outro]
The spoon is a lighthouse
The door is a lung
The trumpet forgets me
The song has begun
Details
GeneratedAug 28, 2026
Duration4:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dreary depressive alternative rock with slow 72 BPM feel, minor-key rock piano stating sparse uneasy chords, mournful trumpet phrases answering the vocal, thick distorted guitar chugs in the verses, jagged electric-guitar arpeggios between lines, and a wide crushing chorus. Start with isolated piano and distant trumpet, build into dry drums and low guitar, then alternate claustrophobic quiet sections with heavy walls of distortion. Male vocal, exhausted and intimate in verses, strained and desperate in the chorus; gritty close-miked delivery, restrained room ambience, dark saturated guitars, muddy low mids balanced by a clear vocal, abrupt unresolved ending.
Credits
Prompt by57Waze2Fish
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song that doesn’t make sense, confusing, music is dreary, sad, and depressing, trumpets, rock guitar, chugs with distorted sounds, arpeggios, rock piano
