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(Intro)
(Sound of a single drop of water hitting a resonant surface, pitched. A deep, funky, slightly lazy bassline slides in. Breathy “oohs” create a pad.)
(Verse 1)
Fluorescent days, we were growing fast
We skipped the spring, built a love to last
Fed it whiskey promises, the finest kind
Running on a fuel we knew we'd never find again
I held my breath just to brace the glass-thin walls
Answered every one of your midnight calls
We mapped our future on a napkin sketch
A calculated risk, a desperate stretch
(Pre-Chorus)
And oh, we felt the pressure rise
Sold the perfect story in our eyes
Polished every surface 'til it hurt
Watered barren ground and called it dirt...
Fertile dirt...
(Chorus)
This brittle heaven we built, it needed the hype
Yeah, this brittle heaven we built, so beautiful, so ripe
We learned to lie to the sunlight, command it to stay
Held a fragile season, and forced it to obey
This brittle heaven we built on a fault line of 'us'
And I’m just waiting for the crush
(Verse 2)
The first small crack was a silent thing
A hesitation in the praise you’d sing
I plastered over it, a coat of paint
Became a carpenter and then a saint
For you, I managed the angles of the light
Fought the coming dawn with all my might
We sold our stock when the price was high
Smiled for the camera, another perfect lie
(Chorus)
This brittle heaven we built, it needed the hype
Yeah, this brittle heaven we built, so beautiful, so ripe
We learned to lie to the sunlight, command it to stay
Held a fragile season, and forced it to obey
This brittle heaven we built on a fault line of 'us'
And I’m just waiting for the crush
(Bridge)
I’m the architect of all this doubt
Watering the roots just to pull them out
You were the believer, the CEO
I was the system running just for show
And everyone bought in, everyone agreed
We were harvesting an impossible seed...
And now the roots are showing through the floor
And I can’t pretend to hold this door
(Outro)
(Bassline becomes more sparse, leaving space)
Brittle heaven... yeah...
It's coming down now.
(So slow...)
We built it so high.
This brittle heaven we built...
(Bass note sustains and fades into the sound of cracking glass, then silence.)
About The Song
This track finds its emotional core in the news of a hyper-growth startup, “ChronoLeap,” whose claims of accelerated growth technology created a market frenzy built on hope and hype. That story is used as a powerful metaphor for a romantic relationship that is rushed, performative, and ultimately unsustainable. The song explores the exhausting work of maintaining a perfect façade, where both partners become architects of an illusion they know is fundamentally fragile. It’s about “accelerated growth” in intimacy—skipping the slow, natural seasons of a relationship to build a “brittle heaven” that looks perfect from the outside but is cracking under internal pressure. The lyrics use the Active Agency Mandate (AAM) to cast the narrator not as a passive victim, but as an active, complicit builder of this fragile structure, who “learned to lie to the sunlight” and is now anticipating the inevitable collapse.
Production Notes
Genre: Indie Pop / Trip Hop
Vibe: Groovy, sensual, tense, intimate. A mix of Billie Eilish's understated delivery and Portishead's moody atmosphere.
Instrumentation: The track should be driven by a deep, syncopated, and slightly-distorted bassline that feels both seductive and unsettling. Drums are minimal and lo-fi—a tight hi-hat, a fat snare on the 4, and a deep kick that pulses with the bass. Add a single, pitched water-drop sound as a recurring motif. Subtle, breathy vocal pads should fill out the atmosphere.
Vocals: The lead vocal must be close-mic'd and intimate, using a condenser mic like a Neumann U 47 for warmth and presence. The delivery should be laid-back and almost lazy in the verses, but with a growing, controlled desperation in the choruses. Use subtle vocal fry and breath sounds to enhance intimacy. The bridge should feel more like a confession, with the vocal delivery becoming more raw and direct.
Arrangement: Let the bassline and vocals dominate. Keep the arrangement sparse to create tension. The track should feel like it's holding its breath, mirroring the lyrical theme. During the outro, strip elements away one by one, leaving just the fading bass and sound design to create the sense of collapse.
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