Total Recall

Scripted Edge · Verse 1, as the opening

“Most days I can't remember you at all. But at night, I have total recall.”

So it opens in his bed, at night. Verse 1 is the night he keeps replaying, cut in the order of your lyric.

The same two faces, start to end

The Total Recall release artwork: the rock star in aviators and the woman leaning on his shoulder. Both faces come from your cover. One small thing I spotted: the title on it reads RECAL, one L short.
Him alone at the bar in his aviators, whisky in hand.
I scowled all night
Her in the black gown, laughing with the guests.
You worked the room
The two of them in the hotel suite after the party, the fight.
Can't be unsaid
Him on the edge of the bed after she left, sunglasses in his hand.
What's wrong with me?
His view across the ballroom: her in another man's arms.
Jealousy
Him asleep at night, red light across his eyes.
Flashback

The whole song, one night and one morning

Verse 1

The gala. She shines, he scowls, then the fight. This is the film above.

Chorus

Back in his bed. Pieces of that night, out of order. But at night, I have total recall.

Verse 2

Separate flights. Hotel corridors, the tunnel to the stage, a crowd we only hear. We never show him playing.

Chorus

The same night again, closer and redder.

Bridge

Paparazzi in the street. Flashes, a shove, he blames her. He said. She said.

Verse 3

He wakes up. Grey office, nine to five. All the red is gone. Ordinary me.

Final chorus

At his desk, eyes closing. The red comes back.

Outro

He goes back to sleep. He picks the dream. I'd rather immerse in the drama.

Every chorus goes back to the night that is already built, because that is what the song says. Fewer new places to make, and the story only gets stronger for it.

The first minute first You approve the faces, the look and the cut No band, no lip sync Cut line by line to your lyric