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Radar Cross Section / Brandywine Mornings (Official Audio)

Brandywine mornings, the chill bites the air, Outer Limits calls, but they don’t even care. The park’s their kingdom, the tabletop their crown, Flying side by side, nothing’s holding them down. Hit the lip, they’re airborne, time slows to a crawl, Tate flips mid-spin like a movie frame stall. They clear it clean, legends carved in snow, That was the dream—until the kickers stole the show. Talk it out, scout it out, running it down, Going over kickers like tomorrow’s death bound. Fear in their hearts, but the thrill’s in their veins, Chasing the rush through the cold and the pain. They built those kickers, stupid little things, Ruined the tabletop, clipped their wings. Matthew said they’re frauds, that they’re playing the game, So up the ski lift again, they prayed through the flame. Matthew watched closely, to see what they’d do, Nathan, Tate locked eyes as their courage grew. Talk it out, scout it out, running it down, Going over kickers like tomorrow’s death bound. Fear in their hearts, but the thrill’s in their veins, Chasing the rush through the cold and the pain. First run’s a rocket, they fly like jets, Blurry goggles, Nathan, Tate, no regrets. Earth fades below them, nothing feels real, Tate crashes first—Nathan knows the same deal. Tate glances back; his look says it all, Then Nathan hits the ground—snow and the sprawl. Matthew's laughing at the top, watching the fray, But legends are forged in moments this way. Talk it out, scout it out, they’ll try it again, Running it down, where the air never ends. Going over kickers like tomorrow’s death bound, Brandywine forever, where memories are found