The Shifted Mirror - Ivy Sterling (Official Audio)

half a degree off, and the empty seat sits in dark glass 🔮 A slow-burning tropical-house song at 114 BPM with warm plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for a quiet night drive with something unsaid. Listen to the full catalog:    / @ivysterlingmusic   for the tilted glass... a red light, a mirror bumped half a degree, and the empty seat looks unfamiliar. the engine hums low while cold autumn air settles over the seat. you both know what's there and neither of you has the words for it yet. it's the charged, slow pull of sitting next to someone and saying nothing. you don't ask a question, you keep both hands still, and the quiet gets louder. you could snap the glass back true, and you both stay in the tilt a second or two. the shifted mirror shows too much of space, the empty right seat and the turn of your face. put it on for a late drive with the engine low and the streetlights turning red. for anyone watching headlights pass in a mirror and thinking about the person beside them. for the one with words left unsaid ten feet from the park curb. if you like chill melodic pop, this warm tropical house will sit right beside it. smoky alto over round kick and rolling bass, cool and low-lit, with no hard drops. do you straighten the glass, or stay in the tilt a little longer? dark glass, a held look, a deep hush in the low light. Lyrics The shifted mirror right here. We stopped at the corner where streetlights turn red Your hand on the wheel and the words left unsaid I reached out my fingers to steady the frame And bumped it a fraction away from its aim Now everything caught in the little grey space Is tilted half-inch and stripped of its place. The engine is humming a low steady beat While cold autumn air settles over the seat I stare at the plastic and silver-edged glass And watch all the headlights behind us pass. And the shifted mirror shows too much of space The empty right seat and the turn of your face A violet distortion of where we have been With half of a motorway caught in between Oh, the shifted mirror won't show me the road Just a fraction of distance that starts to unfold. You notice my shoulder is tense in the dark Ten feet from the curb of the municipal park You don't ask a question, you keep both hands still While headlights cut over the crest of the hill And neither of us wants to reach up and touch The glass that is showing us both way too much. The engine is humming a low steady beat While cold autumn air settles over the seat I stare at the plastic and silver-edged glass And watch all the headlights behind us pass. And the shifted mirror shows too much of space The empty right seat and the turn of your face A violet distortion of where we have been With half of a motorway caught in between Oh, the shifted mirror won't show me the road Just a fraction of distance that starts to unfold. If I press my thumb forward and snap it back true The vision returns to the world we once knew We stay in the tilt for a second or two Because neither one knows what we're wanting to do. And the shifted mirror shows too much of space The empty right seat and the turn of your face A violet distortion of where we have been With half of a motorway caught in between Oh, the shifted mirror won't show me the road Just a fraction of distance that starts to unfold. Just a fraction of glass. Leave it skewed past. Ivy Sterling is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #nightdrivemusic #melodicpop