

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Low light drifting through the air, A little late for time to pass. Black boots resting on the chair, Hopeful scenes that fade too fast. Silver rings catch passing light, Fragments flicker in the night. Black hair falling over me, Framing quiet symmetry. I stand tall and see you there, You look up and smile at me. Wide eyes linger in my stare — Are you seeing what I see? [Pre-Chorus] Words arrive in measured tone, Careful glances we have known. In every pause a hidden spark Travels softly through the dark. [Chorus] We talk about the films we love — The dark below, the stars above. Stories built on love and pride, Where fragile hope and doubt collide. Smiles suspended in a frame — Do we feel it just the same? First date and something grows In the silence no one knows. A foreign film or something new? A quiet pull between us two. [Verse 2] You speak of anti-heroes flawed, Of broken vows and faith withdrawn. Of long, slow shots that let us see The cracks in our humanity. You ask me what makes moments real — Is it how they break or heal? I say it’s in the space they leave — The breath before the heart believes. You trace the air with careful hands, Like drawing meaning in the sand. Do you lean in just to see? Or is it something more with me? [Pre-Chorus] I see myself inside your stare, Tall reflection meeting there. You observe and hesitate — Are you reading my restraint? [Chorus] We talk about the films we love — The dark below, the stars above. Stories built on love and pride, Where fragile hope and doubt collide. Smiles suspended in a frame — Do we feel it just the same? First date and something grows In the silence no one knows. A foreign film or something new? I end up feeling drawn to you. [Bridge] No dramatic score that swells, No sudden kiss to break the spell. Just questions hanging in the air — Do you feel it standing there? Boots unmoved, our gazes tight, Suspended in the fading light. Silver flash within your stare — Are we almost somewhere? [Final Chorus – Soft] No grand climax, no closing line, Just two paths that intertwine. Stories written as we go — Do we let this feeling grow? First date and we both see What the next frame wants to be.
Tags
Ambient, alternative, piano, acoustic, male, brooding, delicate
4:39
No
2/24/2026