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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late bus
Fog on the window glass
You laugh
Draw a crooked heart that won’t last
We’re broke
But we’re rich in stupid plans
Old coat
You’re still warming up my hands
[Pre-Chorus]
Every little almost
Every half-remembered June
Feels like something close to magic
That we’re growing into
[Chorus]
So we throw our arms up high
Like antennas to the sky
Catching every little joy that’s flying by
Yeah we know that days turn cold
But tonight we’re bright and bold
Holding on to all the moments as they roll
Arms up
Hearts full
Getting old
[Verse 2]
Same street
Posters peeling off the wall
New dreams
In a room that’s way too small
Cheap wine
On a mattress on the floor
You cry
‘Cause it feels like something more
[Pre-Chorus]
Every faded Polaroid
Every song we halfway knew
Tastes like something sweet and stubborn
That keeps pulling us through
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Maybe we’ll move out
Maybe we’ll stay
Plant our little flags in yesterday
Either way I’m here
Either way you’re mine
Waving at the future
One more time
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 26, 2025
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Gentle indie-folk with soft male vocals. Fingerpicked acoustic riff in the verses, warm upright bass, soft brushed groove. Choruses open with strummed, slightly swung guitars and stomps/claps for that arm-waving anthem feel. Subtle organ pad and group “oh-oh”s on the hook, last chorus big and communal then drop to just voice and guitar on the final line., happy, soft, acoustic, groovy, male vocals, gentle
Credits
Prompt by
HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
Gentle indie-folk, soft male vocals, groovy acoustic riffs, arm waving chorus, anthem, happy but melancholic verses
