The story
Love keeps time, but never quite with him.
He moves through a world of glossy surfaces and borrowed feeling, where everything looks built to last until pressure proves otherwise. The title frames his pulse as something artificial, split between wanting warmth and fearing the crack that comes when he reaches for it. He keeps going anyway, all shine and strain, one beat away from breaking.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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