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Lyrics
We love with the windows open, darling—
not because the room is stuffy,
but because the night keeps knocking,
and we’re terribly bad at saying no.
Our hearts don’t march in single file.
They dance—barefoot, a bit tipsy—
borrowing warmth from passing bodies,
returning richer, flushed with stories.
Jealousy still visits, of course.
She’s a dramatic cow.
But we sit her down, pour her tea,
let her speak, then kiss her on the forehead
and send her on her way.
Joy is not diminished by division.
It multiplies—
like laughter echoing through a house
where every room is occupied
by someone you trust.
We come back to each other glowing,
scented with other lives,
saying you’ll never guess what happened,
and meaning thank you for letting me grow.
This isn’t a lack of devotion.
It’s an excess of it.
A confidence so supple
it doesn’t need to cage itself to feel safe.
So here’s to love without locks,
to vows written in pencil but kept in ink,
to choosing each other—again and again—
even while our hands are busy
holding the world.
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sultry songstress
Florence and the machine meets Billy Holliday
Credits
Prompt by
Goz
GozModelAria v5
