Its a slow swing, a toe-tapper, and a bit of nostalgia. I love the arrangement, the use of banjo, and the very effective use of space.

I found this poem from last summer, I was in LA and I decided to walk from Downtown all the way to our hotel in Studio City, just like how I used to walk to Montmartre from the Champs-Élyseés at night when I was a kid. I wrote this along the way by talking to my phone.

Inara George has a voice that truly captivates. It feels sultry, personal, and alive.

This is emotional discovery via the blueprint of risk-takers like PJ Harvey and Eryka Badu; life is the mystery and these lyrics are an explanation of the process.

This is a riveting commentary on co-dependency wrapped in a slick bubble of digital effects.

This is textbook songwriting chemistry: the lovers unrest, the two lead vocals, and the production elements coming together to create a simple truth.

And the voices, everywhere, but its just a melody; this song is a gang of ghosts, kicking up air in unison.

RIVVRS encapsulates the quintessence of what it means to have purpose: everyone has a spark, and a choice of whether or not to let it die.