One acoustic guitar opens it, strumming quick and even — the pace is set within the first bar.

Doubled voices settle in on the name-hook — close, soft, more breath than push, floating just above the strum.

By now the guitar has found its seat — even, tireless — and everything sits on that one motion.

The stacked voices gather again — the floor thickens, more hands on the same quick pulse.

Just as quickly it thins back — one voice, one guitar, the same walking pace.

The voice leans in a little harder — still soft, but pressing now.

The stacked voices come back around the lead, same shape as before — the sound fills out, and the pace still hasn't moved.

The pressure finally lets go — the strum eases off, and the last chord is left to ring into quiet.