[Verse 1] House of a thousand mirrors Every pane a different face Little kingdom of chimera kings Running circles in one place Teacups tremble in the cupboard Though the air is sugar-still Every thought a small velociraptor Scratching at the windowsill [Pre-Chorus] I keep naming every shadow Like they’re guests at some soirée Pouring tea into the saucers Hope they drink Hope they stay [Chorus] Welcome to my carnival of quiet storms Where the tightrope smiles and the clowns deform Every laugh is lacquer on a fractured mask I juggle glass moons Afraid to ask Is this chaos or a fragile form? My mind’s a thunderhead in uniform Step right in See the crooked norms At the carnival Of quiet storms (oh-oh, quiet storms) [Verse 2] Wake up in a suit of armor Made of yesterday’s applause Velvet curtains in my rib cage Hide a parliament of caws Kitchen clock speaks Esperanto Every tick a cryptic prayer Sink is filling with obsidian rain Dripping from an empty chair [Pre-Chorus] I arrange my little tremors In a tray like precious rings Call it order Call it orbits Round a choir Of unseen things [Chorus] Welcome to my carnival of quiet storms Where the tightrope smiles and the clowns deform Every laugh is lacquer on a fractured mask I juggle glass moons Afraid to ask Is this chaos or a fragile form? My mind’s a thunderhead in uniform Step right in See the crooked norms At the carnival Of quiet storms (hey, step right in) [Bridge] Some days I’m a solemn lighthouse Blinking code to phantom ships Some days I’m a palimpsest of bedtime tales Smudged and slipping from my lips There’s a bestiary in my journal Half the beasts are wearing me Tiny brokered truces on the hour With each odd divinity [Chorus] Welcome to my carnival of quiet storms Where the tightrope smiles and the clowns deform Every laugh is lacquer on a fractured mask I juggle glass moons Afraid to ask Is this chaos or a fragile form? My mind’s a thunderhead in uniform If you stay You can ride the swarms Through my carnival Of quiet storms (hold my hand through the storms)

pop, Cinematic art-pop with male vocals; felt piano and close-mic’d vocal in the verses, glitchy synth-guitar textures weaving around clarinet and flute motifs. Choruses explode with thick drums, octave-stacked bass, and soaring bagpipes folded into a string section for a wild, cathartic lift. Final chorus adds choral doubles and violin countermelodies, ending on a long, trembling vocal note over a sparse piano chord., vocal, emotional, violin, clarinet

Carnival of Quiet Storms