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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thirty years gone
I still sit in that desk in my mind
Chalk on your hands
You laughed and the room came alive
I sign my name
To somebody else’s last name now
But when I close my eyes
It’s your smile I see somehow
[Chorus]
Why am I still loving my teacher
After all this living
All this time
I’m holding another hand at the table
But I’m tracing your name in my wine
It hurts so much
I can’t explain it
This secret that I carry in my skin
Thirty years later I’m older
But my heart’s still seventeen with him
[Verse 2]
We pass that school
On the way to our Sunday café
I pull down the blind
Pretend I’m just hiding the sun from my face
He talks about work
About maybe a house by the sea
I nod like I’m there
But the waves keep spelling out “you and me”
[Chorus]
Why am I still loving my teacher
After all this living
All this time
Sharing a life with someone who loves me
Still I’m chasing a ghost in my mind
It hurts so much
I can’t confess it
So I fold it like a note I never sent
Thirty years later I’m wiser
But my dreams never got the message
[Bridge]
I see your face in the shop glass
In strangers leaning on trains
Hear your voice in the midnight
Calling me back by my first name (oh)
If I met you now
Would you know me
Would it shatter or set me free
Or am I meant to keep holding
This unfinished story in me
[Chorus]
Why am I still loving my teacher
After all this living
All this time
Lying awake while he’s softly sleeping
You’re the ache I can’t leave behind
It hurts so much
But I still keep it
Like a photograph worn at the rim
Thirty years later I’m taken
But a piece of me’s still his
Still him
Details
GeneratedMar 17, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Intimate piano ballad with female vocals, close-mic warmth and airy reverb. First verse stays sparse with just piano and soft pad; chorus swells gently with subtle strings and stacked harmonies. Second verse adds quiet electric guitar swells and a low pulse; bridge strips back to almost solo vocal before a final, aching chorus blooms then fades on a held chord.
Credits
Prompt byLunarVoyager111
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Still loving my teacher after 30 years of leaving school. Not being able to forget him despite me being involved with someone else. It hurts so much. I see his face everywhere I look and dream of him.
