Not a Lake

[Verse 1]
Ice in the cup,
cold on your teeth.
You say it’s small,
I say it’s deep.
Boots on the dock,
arms in the dark.
You drew a line,
I jumped the mark.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold your breath now,
count to ten.
The tide comes back,
it comes again.
No little pool,
no safe shore.
I can’t pretend
it’s flat no more.
[Chorus]
It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean
It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean
Pull me under, let me show it
Pull me under, let me go in
(It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean)
(It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean)
[Verse 2]
Salt on your sleeve,
sand in the seams.
Your quiet face
keeps breaking the screen.
I hear your name
in the breaker’s roar.
You shut the door,
I want it more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold your breath now,
count to ten.
The tide comes back,
it comes again.
No little pool,
no safe shore.
I can’t pretend
it’s flat no more.
[Chorus]
It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean
It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean
Pull me under, let me show it
Pull me under, let me go in
(It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean)
(It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean)
[Bridge]
One step back,
then the wave.
I learned your fear
by the shape it gave.
If I sink, I sing.
If I break, I glow.
Meet me in the deep
where the cold winds blow.
[Final Chorus]
It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean
It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean
Pull me under, let me show it
Pull me under, let me go in
(It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean)
(It’s not a lake, it’s an ocean)

Emo dance art-rock with Finnish rock urgency, driving mid-tempo pulse and syncopated guitar chugs; verse rides tight drums, dry bass, and jagged clean guitar; pre-chorus opens into tom lifts and filtered synth haze; chorus hits with wide gang doubles, clipped handclaps, and a soaring hook. Add reverse swells into transitions, a brief chime run before the final chorus, and a punchy, bright, close-mic mix with gritty room edges., emo, rock