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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Seven stars on a quiet night,
I saw 'em lined up in the sky.
They whispered truths, soft and slow,
Made me believe in what I didn’t know.
Eleven-eleven on my phone,
Wishing for a dream to call my own.
[Chorus]
I wear my hope like numbers on my skin,
Each one a story of where I’ve been.
Angel signs and concert lights,
They keep me going through the night.
Lucky numbers, etched and true,
A map of me, a piece of you.
[Verse 2]
Twenty-three was my first ink,
A lucky charm and a link.
To late-night songs and faded jeans,
Moments that lived in between.
Thirty-three on a flashing sign,
Guided me home when I was blind.
[Prechorus]
Every number, every mark,
Keeps the fire alive in the dark.
[Chorus]
I wear my hope like numbers on my skin,
Each one a story of where I’ve been.
Angel signs and concert lights,
They keep me going through the night.
Lucky numbers, etched and true,
A map of me, a piece of you.
[Bridge]
From the front row to the backstage,
Every note’s a line on the page.
Tattoos fade, but the meaning stays,
In the chords and in the days.
Details
GeneratedNov 29, 2025
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic with a soft fiddle and fingerpicked guitar; intimate male vocals, warm and reflective tone, country, melodic
Credits
Prompt by3EGlobal
ModelAria v5
Prompt
a country song about angel numbers, lucky numbers, inspiration, tattoos, and concerts
