A dance with our eyes closed.

[Intro: hollow log percussion, irregular stone-strike patterns, flickering analog synth pulse, distant monastic choir hum] [Verse 1: primitive acoustic guitar, dry finger noise, sparse and claustrophobic, intimate weary lead vocal, no percussion] Strobe flashes, like thunderstorms, People around, but we don't care— Everyone's troubled by ghostly dreams, And we start the game; we need one thing— We close our eyes, tear reality's curtain. Poems have gone with the mute movement of prose. [Pre-Chorus: analog synth pulses intensify, subtle stone-tap rhythm enters, vocal stays close and restrained] We need no decorations, no view, You hold me tighter with every new beat, Reason must not take over again... [Chorus: full arrangement swells, hollow log percussion returns, monastic choir swells, ritual lament vibe, dusty tape saturation, wide reverb] A dance with our eyes closed, Whirling in darkness where no one will enter, We'll lock it in a Polaroid memory. World switched off, in firm-tender touch, Covering each other with our hands... A dance with closed eyes! [Verse 2: primitive acoustic guitar returns, dry finger noise, dial-up modem harmonies fade in as background texture, sparse claustrophobic groove] Feet move in time across the dance floor, We silently shout: "Time, stand still!" Smoke and neon light around us like a halo, We live by a three-minute game. [Pre-Chorus: analog synth pulses intensify, subtle stone-tap rhythm enters, vocal stays close and restrained] We need no decorations, no view, You hold me tighter with every new beat, Reason must not take over again... [Chorus: full arrangement swells, hollow log percussion returns, monastic choir swells, ritual lament vibe, dusty tape saturation, wide reverb] A dance with our eyes closed, Whirling in darkness where no one will enter, We'll lock it in a Polaroid memory. World switched off, in firm-tender touch, Covering each other with our hands... A dance with closed eyes! [Bridge: abrupt dropout — all instruments stop, only dial-up modem texture and faint choir remain, vocal bare and whispered, then gradual rebuild with stone percussion] We plunged the room into darkness, I see only you, you see me, Sweetly we continue this game. [Chorus: full arrangement returns at maximum intensity, ritual lament, hollow log percussion, monastic choir, analog synth pulses, dusty tape saturation, wide reverb, then abrupt dropout at end] A dance with our eyes closed, Whirling in darkness where no one will enter, We'll lock it in a Polaroid memory. World switched off, in firm-tender touch, Covering each other with our hands... A dance with closed eyes! [Outro: everything fades to dust, only primitive guitar finger noise and faint stone taps, distant choir echo, tape coloration, slow decay to silence] (With closed eyes... Game...) [End]