When the bass picks up, Kido plays like it's warm and familiar. Close as her own heartbeat. Her heart is pounding in her ears when her vocals come up, though, and there's a kind of desperation tangled with her voice and playing--a feeling of needing to draw back and protect. The way her voice joins his is almost just barely dissonant, barely enough to catch if you're listening closely.

"Look now can you see open wide
It's a stare-down in the street with bloodshot eyes
Take it back
Three words ringing out like a chime
They remind me of my first hesitation my first time."