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(Yeah... haha. Uh, dynamic shifts and whatnot. To whom it may concern... Yeah, look.) **Verse 1** I used to keep the windows rolled up, sitting in the cold, Story of a boy who grew up way too fast, feeling old. Had a padlock on my chest, buried deep in the snow, Then you stumbled in my garden, watched the marigolds grow. Man, it’s crazy how it shifts, right? One day you’re floating through the abyss, The next you’re waking up early just to catch a little kiss. You got that vintage aura, something sweet and sublime, Like a rare B-side record that gets better with time. And I’m just an astronaut lost out in space, But I’d crash the whole rocket just to look at your face. Yeah, we got the record player spinning on a Sunday afternoon, We can skip the whole world, we ain't leaving this room. **Chorus** *(With a layer of raspy, soulful background vocals singing along)* 'Cause you’re the rhythm to my baseline, the spark in the dark, The only one capable of leaving a mark. Yeah, we’re writing our own story, page after page, Two different souls finally on the same stage. They say love is a gamble, but I’m throwing the dice, 'Cause being right next to you... man, it feels like paradise. **Verse 2** *(The drums drop out for a second, leaving just the piano, then hit back harder)* Look, my playlist is different, all the sad songs are dead, Got your laugh echoing like a ghost in my head. But the good kind—the kind that makes you smile at your phone, Reminding me that, damn, I ain't entirely alone. We just a couple of kids trying to figure it out, Swimming upstream through the worry and doubt. You’re my anchor when the gravity decides to give way, The only reason that I’m welcoming the sun to the day. So let the clock keep ticking, let the calendar spin, Long as I’m right here with you... I’ma always win. **Outro** *(The beat slows down, getting spacious and dreamy. Soft horn sections fade in)* Yeah... we gonna win. It’s a beautiful thing, man. Just to exist at the same time as you. Close the blinds, let it rain outside. Haha. Yeah. *(A final, echoing piano chord rings out as the vinyl crackle fades to silence)*
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(Yeah... haha. Uh, dynamic shifts and whatnot. To whom it may concern... Yeah, look.) **Verse 1** I used to keep the windows rolled up, sitting in the cold, Story of a boy who grew up way too fast, feeling old. Had a padlock on my chest, buried deep in the snow, Then you stumbled in my garden, watched the marigolds grow. Man, it’s crazy how it shifts, right? One day you’re floating through the abyss, The next you’re waking up early just to catch a little kiss. You got that vintage aura, something sweet and sublime, Like a rare B-side record that gets better with time. And I’m just an astronaut lost out in space, But I’d crash the whole rocket just to look at your face. Yeah, we got the record player spinning on a Sunday afternoon, We can skip the whole world, we ain't leaving this room. **Chorus** *(With a layer of raspy, soulful background vocals singing along)* 'Cause you’re the rhythm to my baseline, the spark in the dark, The only one capable of leaving a mark. Yeah, we’re writing our own story, page after page, Two different souls finally on the same stage. They say love is a gamble, but I’m throwing the dice, 'Cause being right next to you... man, it feels like paradise. **Verse 2** *(The drums drop out for a second, leaving just the piano, then hit back harder)* Look, my playlist is different, all the sad songs are dead, Got your laugh echoing like a ghost in my head. But the good kind—the kind that makes you smile at your phone, Reminding me that, damn, I ain't entirely alone. We just a couple of kids trying to figure it out, Swimming upstream through the worry and doubt. You’re my anchor when the gravity decides to give way, The only reason that I’m welcoming the sun to the day. So let the clock keep ticking, let the calendar spin, Long as I’m right here with you... I’ma always win. **Outro** *(The beat slows down, getting spacious and dreamy. Soft horn sections fade in)* Yeah... we gonna win. It’s a beautiful thing, man. Just to exist at the same time as you. Close the blinds, let it rain outside. Haha. Yeah. *(A final, echoing piano chord rings out as the vinyl crackle fades to silence)*
I feel it! 🤜🤛