Singaporean Fury - 7

Lyrics: [INTRO] Sunday morning in gold and white The city looks forgiven in the early light Last night’s glitter still on my skin But somehow it feels softer now Like the world survived us [VERSE 1] Empty streets steaming after summer rain Coffee shop hymns and distant trains We walk beside the river in yesterday’s clothes Watching sunlight spill through the telephone poles Nobody talks much We don’t have to The silence feels sacred too And all the fear I carried for years Feels smaller in daylight Like shadows disappearing under stained glass Singaporean Fury laughing quietly Says “You know… maybe becoming yourself was never destruction.” “Maybe it was resurrection.” [PRE-CHORUS] Now the same melody from last night returns But slower Warmer Inside-out Like the universe finally exhaling [CHORUS] Seven Seven Sunday glowing holy Seven Seven Heaven moving through me All the broken neon from the night before Turns to little stars on the kitchen floor And for the first time in my life I don’t feel split in two anymore Seven Seven Let the morning touch you gently Seven Seven Love was never meant to empty you [VERSE 2] Church bells somewhere in the distance Mix with synths inside my headphones A boy asleep against my shoulder Breathing soft like ocean waves No apocalypse arrived No punishment descended The sky didn’t collapse because we loved honestly Instead The clouds opened pink and gold Like some enormous hand saying “You survived the becoming.” And maybe holiness isn’t perfection Maybe holiness is tenderness after surviving yourself Maybe divinity looks like exhausted queer kids Sharing breakfast at 8 AM Still wearing eyeliner from the night before [BRIDGE] Seven days to make a world Seven notes inside a scale Seven colors burning quietly inside a prism trail And now the number feels alive Not as warning But completion Like the final page of a story Turning itself gently in the wind [FINAL CHORUS] Seven Seven Everything is clearer now Seven Seven No more hiding underground The same streets that felt haunted yesterday Now shine silver in the morning haze And every scar inside my body Looks different in the light Seven Seven Sunday doesn’t ask for innocence Seven Seven Only truth [OUTRO] 7:07 AM Sunlight flooding through the motel curtains The city humming awake again Singaporean Fury asleep beside me Glitter still across their cheekbones And outside The whole world keeps turning Like nothing happened Even though Everything did.