Lyric

Heavy velvet dragging on the floor

Static humming through the open door

Petals changing from a deeper blue

To a shade that looks a lot like you

Low light grazing on the marble stone

In a garden built to sit alone

Friction in the way the shadows lean

Like a glitch inside a polished screen

Cold tea sitting by the window sill

Every ticking clock is standing still

Outside, pouring through the violet frame

Rain is whispering a hidden name

Iron fences keeping out the noise

Just a girl who outgrew all her toys

Drinking gravity with every breath

In a silence deeper than a death

Oh, it’s a perfect design

We cross every line

But the signals get crossed in the dark

Yeah, we stay on the grid

Keep it quiet and hid

But the friction is leaving a mark

Just a pulse in the blue

Nothing left to undo

Catching static on a Sunday afternoon

Walk the perimeter of empty rooms

Tracing patterns where the ivy blooms

No more hunger, nothing left to lose

Just the color that you didn't choose

Headlights flicker on a distant road

Carrying a suffocating load

But in here the air is sweet and thick

Like a fever making time go sick

Oh, it’s a perfect design

We cross every line

But the signals get crossed in the dark

Yeah, we stay on the grid

Keep it quiet and hid

But the friction is leaving a mark

Just a pulse in the blue

Nothing left to undo

Catching static on a Sunday afternoon

Hard silence now

We forgot how to bleed

Perfect design

Is the only thing we need

Just a pulse in the blue

Nothing left to undo

Hard silence now