Mothlight

[NS | SIG 4/4 | BPM slow->DT->slow | KEY minor | STYLE darkwave ambient; pulse bass; airy fem vox]
[V1 | whisper vox, pad swell, sub low]
Thread me through your silver skin,
pull until the seams turn thin.
Hold my wrists in quiet hands,
taste the metal from the strands.
Every beat’s a shadow torn,
petals caught on tempered thorns.
You hum my name into the bone
until it grows its own echo.
[PR | mantra; gentle build]
Thread me, spin me, pull me through,
every stitch is tied to you.
[CH | lift; kick in; light sidechain]
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down to silver threads,
weave me in your water bed.
I’ll curl inside your fragile glass,
where every breath could be our last.
[V2 | bass heavier; metallic perc; mood haunted]
Blind my eyes in your soft cloth,
tie the knot so light turns moth.
Pour the salt into my wounds,
watch it bloom in borrowed rooms.
Every cry a gentle ache
curling through the dream you make.
You wear my voice against your throat,
a locket filled with blood soaked notes.
[PR | mantra returns; tension up]
Thread me, spin me, pull me through,
every stitch is tied to you.
[CH | full lift; wider vox]
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down to silver threads,
weave me in your water bed.
I’ll curl inside your fragile glass,
where every breath could be our last.
[BR | cadence shift; chant-like; drums sparse->hit]
Pull me out, by the stem
Break me, burn me, plant again. 
If I rise where you can’t see,
cut that shadow out of me.
[CH DT | double-time phrasing; higher energy]
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down to silver threads,
weave me in your water bed.
[OUT | thin layers; long tail; last line dry]
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Keep me pressed inside glass veins
'til I forget my name.
[CH | full lift; wider vox]
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down to silver threads, 
weave me in your water bed.
I'll curl inside your fragile glass, 
where every breath could be our last.
[BR | cadence shift; chant-like; drums sparse->hit]
Pull me out, by the stem 
Break me, burn me, plant again.
If I rise where you can't see, 
cut that shadow out of me.
[CH DT | double-time phrasing; higher energyl
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down to silver threads, 
weave me in your water bed.
[OUT | thin layers; long tail; last line dry]
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Keep me pressed inside glass veins
'til I forget my name.

Darkwave ambient; EDM pulse bass, airy female vox, glass pads, sparse perc, chant bridge, long tail