Stained-Glass Hurricane

[Intro: glass harmonics, whispered vowels]
(ooh, red-blue-gold)

[Verse: velvet sing-rap]
They wanted clear windows, nothing in the way
I came in with a thousand shards of yesterday
Odd little angles, colors out of tune
Then the morning sun came spilling through the room

[Pre-Chorus: layered thirds]
Every jagged edge I own
Throws a color all its own

[Chorus: soaring falsetto stacks]
I'm a stained-glass hurricane
Every fracture catching flame
I don't need to be transparent
I was born to bend the day
(shine-shine, let it shine!)
If my pieces don't align
Watch them turn the light divine

[Drop: choir chops, bouncing sub-bass]
(ah-ee-ah) (gold-gold-gold)
[Breakbeat through shimmering bells]

[Outro: tender unison]
Nothing broken about my design.