[Tempo & Style: 72 BPM, slow intimate indie-pop ballad; warm, reflective, soft dynamics, airy textures]
[Verse 1]
I don’t need a map, I just follow your hoodie smell [breathy atmosphere, subtle ambient pads]
Or the way you hum at three a.m., breaking my shell [sparse textures, minimal percussion]
Your sneakers leave traces in the kitchen tile [soft harmonic pad]
I stay there for a while, just to watch you smile [gentle ambient swell]
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve counted streetlights like secrets I can’t keep [soft harmonic layering, subtle swell]
But you fold the dark around me like it’s yours to keep [airy backing vocals, slight dynamic lift]
[Chorus]
You’re my home, in the middle of a Tuesday [warm pad swell, airy layered vocals]
Even coffee cups and clutter feel like a doorway [soft floating textures]
No keys, no plans, just the quiet in your hands [gentle swell on key words]
I close my eyes, and suddenly I understand [subtle harmonic echo]
Moments bend and linger like a half-remembered dream [airy textures, layered vocals]
Our voices thread through the quiet, soft and unseen [floating harmonics, soft vocal layering]
[Verse 2]
The smell of your jacket drifts down the stairs [soft background pad, intimate tone]
Your laugh hits corners that no one else dares [airy harmonics, subtle swell]
I trace the curve of your coffee-stained mug [soft floating texture]
And swear the world fits here, in the warmth of your hug [gentle swell under vocals]
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve wandered through mornings that never knew my name [slight crescendo, airy backing harmonics]
But with you, every misstep feels like a flame [soft layered vocals, subtle swell]
[Chorus]
You’re my home, in the middle of a Tuesday [airy harmonic swell, gentle backing vocals]
Even coffee cups and clutter feel like a doorway [floating textures]
No keys, no plans, just the quiet in your hands [soft dynamic lift]
I close my eyes, and suddenly I understand [airy echo, warm harmonics]
Moments bend and linger like a half-remembered dream [soft layered textures]
Our voices thread through the quiet, soft and unseen [floating harmonic fade]
[Bridge]
If the night spins sideways or the city hums wrong [textures drop, intimate feel]
I’ll find my center in the hum of your song [gentle swell]
No compass needed, no reason to roam [airy pad, spacious]
Everywhere I go, I’m already home [soft swell into final chorus]
[Chorus / Outro]
You’re my home, in the middle of a Tuesday [final airy swell, layered harmonics]
Even mismatched socks feel like a doorway [soft textures, subtle lift]
No keys, no plans, just the quiet in your hands [intimate layering, gentle fade]
I close my eyes, and suddenly I understand [warm, airy tail]
Moments bend and linger like a half-remembered dream [floating textures fade]
Our voices thread through the quiet, soft and unseen [linger with soft ambient tail]
The space between us feels infinite, safe, and mine [fade slowly, intimate ending]
Moya
