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The Sleep Bank of Us
(Verse 1)
You’re asleep on the sofa, with the TV still on blue
Your glasses have slipped sideways, and I’m just watching you
This quiet in the living room, it’s worth more than gold
So I’m cataloging details, every story to be told
The cadence of your heartbeat, a drum against the fall
I’m taking mental pictures to hang on a future wall
(Pre-Chorus)
'Cause every time you tell me that you’re never gonna leave
A panicked little banker pulls a trick right up my sleeve
Says “Don’t just feel the moment, you gotta bottle up the air”
A strategy for surviving, a preemptive self-repair
(Chorus)
I’m storing up your breathing, every second on deposit
In the sleep bank of us, trying hard to lock it
I’m fighting off the future with the fortress of right now
Collecting all this happy, so my heart remembers how
So when the drought season comes, when the silence gets too deep
I’ll have these reserves of sunlight, stolen from your sleep
(Verse 2)
The smell of burnt garlic from the dinner that we made
Your thumbprint on my teacup, a perfect little shade
That stupid dance you do when our favorite song comes on
I rewind it in my memory long after it is gone
I’m not just here beside you, I’m building an escape
Forging all this feeling into a different shape
(Pre-Chorus)
And you just call me pensive, say I’m somewhere far away
I tell you I’m just listening to whatever you might say
But really I’m compiling, a ledger in my head
Saving up your warmth against a winter in my bed
(Chorus)
I’m storing up your breathing, every second on deposit
In the sleep bank of us, trying hard to lock it
I’m fighting off the future with the fortress of right now
Collecting all this happy, so my heart remembers how
So when the drought season comes, when the silence gets too deep
I’ll have these reserves of sunlight, stolen from your sleep
(Bridge)
But am I trading every sunset for the fear of the dark?
Making archives of a feeling just to tear it apart?
Does the hoarding make it hollow? Does the saving make it cheap?
Am I so busy guarding love I’ve got no love to keep?
You woke up for a second, asked what I was thinking of
I said “nothing, babe, just us”... instead of “not enough.”
(Outro)
The sleep bank of us… is it already broke?
A vault of stolen moments… a life I never spoke.
Collecting all this happy…
When the drought season comes…
The drought season comes…
Is it coming for us?
About The Song
This song transforms a scientific news item—the concept of 'sleep banking,' where people store up sleep to endure future deprivation—into a powerful metaphor for relationship anxiety. It’s not about literal sleep, but about the emotional act of desperately trying to 'bank' happy moments, laughter, and feelings of security in a relationship out of a deep-seated fear that it will inevitably end. The protagonist is actively managing their present joy as a resource for a future sorrow, a survival strategy that tragically prevents them from being fully present. The song taps into the human experience of self-sabotage, where the fear of loss becomes so great that one begins to live in a future memory instead of the present reality, wrestling to survive a heartbreak that hasn't even happened.
Production Notes
Genre: Soulful Ballad / Indie Pop
Instrumentation: The track should begin with an intimate, slightly melancholic upright piano, miked closely to capture the hammer and felt sounds. A warm, round sub-bass (like a Moog) enters in the pre-chorus to create an underlying tension. The first chorus introduces a sparse but resolute drum beat with a solid kick drum and brushed snares. A real, emotive string quartet should swell in the second chorus and peak during the bridge, adding a layer of cinematic despair. The outro strips back to just the piano and a fading reverb tail.
Vocals: The lead vocal performance is critical and demands an artist with the raw, emotional power of Teddy Swims or Hozier, capable of shifting from a conversational, vulnerable verse to a full-throated, desperate chorus. The vocal chain should be a Neumann U47 into a Neve 1073 preamp and a Tube-Tech CL 1B compressor for warm, dynamic control. Backing vocals should be sparse, used mainly to create ethereal pads in the chorus. The bridge requires a performance that feels on the verge of breaking.
Mix Automation: Use automation heavily to enhance the emotional arc. Keep the verse vocals dry and centered. In the chorus, send the lead vocal to a long, lush plate reverb (e.g., Valhalla Vintage Verb) that is side-chained to the dry vocal, making the reverb 'bloom' in the gaps between words. Automate the string section's volume to rise and create a sense of overwhelming emotion in the bridge before pulling back sharply for the quiet vulnerability of the final lines.
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