A frantic, breathless urgency takes hold of the station with this track, shifting Delphine away from her usual haunting stillness into a moment of pure, high-stakes desperation. It is a song for the final minutes—the “last alarm” before the bunker’s power fails and the world outside finally breaks through.
The Geography of the End
Delphine abandons the slow ache of Sector 9’s industrial fog for a romance that feels like a natural disaster. She describes her partner as “danger dressed up neat,” someone who brings the fallout into the room just by standing there. The song operates on the principle that “the stars are leaking,” and in that context, mapping out a future is a waste of breath. The only thing that matters is the “pact” made between two people before the “blackout” resets the board.
The Taste of Last Alarms
The sensory details here are sharp and metallic—lips that taste like “whispered codes” and “weathered charms.” Delphine rejects the comfort of a promise or the safety of a map, choosing instead to lean into the “breach” that is already speaking. It’s a track that captures the specific, localized intensity of wasteland love: it isn’t about building a life together; it’s about sharing one final, defiant spark before the sky finishes cracking.
KISS ME LIKE THE SKY IS CRACKED
by: Delphine
The windows rattle when you say my name
Like the storm outside just joined the game
You don’t ask questions, and I don’t pray
But your hands know how to make me stay
You smell like danger dressed up neat
With ash in your hair and smoke at your feet
The air goes still when you pull me close
Like even the fallout knows
Kiss me like the sky is cracked
Like this is war and we won’t come back
Don’t promise truth, don’t draw a map—
Just lean in fast and leave the past
Your lips taste like last alarms
Like whispered codes and weathered charms
No need to ask what we’ve become
I’ll take this silence when it comes
You said we had time.
I said the stars were leaking.
So kiss me now—
Before the breach starts speaking.
Kiss me like the sky is cracked
Like you’re the flame and I’m the pact
No future here, no safe contact—
Just one last kiss
before the blackout pulls us back