Title: “Open Up, Here Comes The Day”
Style: moody 80s-style synthwave fast pulsing beat, Post-modern, warm but edgy, detailed, ear-candy production with lots of micro-glitches, reverses, and granular textures, deep sub-bass, lush pads, female vocal with airy falsetto hooks, nighttime city vibe, Emotional, introspective, and paranoid tone
[Verse 1]
Open up, here comes the day
Photons falling in from a star far away
They slide through the window of your clear front glass
That dome on your face lets the sunlight pass
First stop, a lens that can bend and squeeze
Pulling distant mountains and your phone screen close with ease
It sharpens all the colors on a tiny wall of nerves
Where the picture’s upside down but the brain still learns the curves
[Pre-Chorus]
Tiny gate in the center, widening in the dark
Shrinking in the daylight like a camera’s heart
Every little flicker, every flash, every spark
Starts as just a wave before it ever leaves a mark
[Chorus]
That’s how your eyes turn light into a story
Turn a million little rays into roads and roofs and glory
They don’t see the world, just patterns in the beams
And your mind paints the movie from the data in the streams
From the cornea to cortex, signal after spark
They’re carving out the shapes of all the colors in the dark
[Verse 2]
On the back of the sphere there’s a living screen
Packed tight with cells where the picture gets seen
Some love the low light, some chase the bright
Some only wake up when there’s color in the night
They catch every shimmer like a net of sand
Turn waves into whispers your nerves can understand
Little pulses travel down a bundled silver wire
Carrying the outline of your whole visible empire
[Pre-Chorus]
Two separate cameras looking out from your skull
Send slightly different angles to a processor full
It stitches them together into depth and space
So you don’t just see the world, you feel the distance in its face
[Chorus]
That’s how your eyes turn light into a story
Turn a million little rays into roads and roofs and glory
They don’t see the world, just patterns in the beams
And your mind paints the movie from the data in the streams
From the cornea to cortex, signal after spark
They’re carving out the shapes of all the colors in the dark
[Bridge]
There’s a blind little doorway where the wires all leave
No pixels in that patch, but your brain won’t believe
It fills in the missing with a careful guess
Smooths out the absence so you don’t feel less
You think you see everything laid bare and true
But half of what you’re seeing is a story built by you
[Final Chorus]
That’s how your eyes turn light into a story
Turn a chaos of reflections into ordered inventory
They don’t touch the world, just waves that pass through glass
But your mind makes a universe from every light that lands
From the cornea to cortex, signal after spark
They keep on drawing meaning from the brightness and the dark
That’s how your eyes keep showing you the view
Turning raw light into “this is me” and “this is you.”
