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Theresa

The Supply of Power

The Winds

Emotional

collapse the room

A hazy trip blurring drifting synths, restless voices, and sleepless nights.

(When I Hear That) White Noise

Drift or Anchor

[Verse 1]
I drift with no direction
a boat on a cloudy morning—
The wind keeps asking questions
the water never answers

There’s time I don’t understand
the current tracing my faith—
I keep looking for a sign
but the tides all look the same

[Pre-Chorus]
And I could give the ropes some slack
let the tide decide—
or tighten my hands
til they bleed from trying too hard

[Chorus]
I drift I drift
while the sea keeps time
I drift I drift
the tide remembers every run

I drift I drift
my heart unspun
caught between the shore
and what I’ve become

[Verse 2]
The waves write soft confessions
the mist forgets my face
I breathe like I’m in motion
but never leave this place—

The shore is just a rumor
the stars forget to shine—
If I stay I’m sinking
if I leave I don’t know

[Pre-Chorus]
The ropes go slack,
the sky leans in—
I could let go
and start over again

[Chorus]
I drift I drift
while the sea keeps time
I drift I drift
The tide remembers every run

I drift I drift
my heart unspun
caught between the shore
and what I’ve become

[Bridge]
Your smile is my compass
your voice, the storm I chase
I never learned the distance—
I only learned your face

[Final Chorus]
I drift I drift
while the sea keeps time
I drift I drift
it all feels the same

I drift I drift
the line goes slack
I let go of the shore
and never look back

The Winds

The Front Bottoms