Thrust & VelvetHaze
Thrust Thrust
VelvetHaze VelvetHaze
Thrust Thrust
Just caught a clear sky, and the wind felt like it was humming a new verse—ever notice how the air writes its own lyrics before you even start flying?
VelvetHaze VelvetHaze
Yeah, the wind writes the first line, but the real verse still waits in my head for the right crackle of static.
Thrust Thrust
Yeah, the wind’s just the opening line—when that crackle hits, you know the rhythm’s ready. Grab the throttle, let the sky finish the verse, and watch the world go by.
VelvetHaze VelvetHaze
The wind does the first riff, but I keep tweaking the bridge in the silence before anyone claps.
Thrust Thrust
Fine tune that bridge, kid—when the applause starts, you’ll want the crowd to taste every note. Just keep tightening that rhythm until the thunder rolls.