Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [A lonely, reverb-drenched surf guitar plays a minor chord. A sudden, piercing alto sax screech cuts the silence like a gunshot. The drums enter with a brushed snare, slow and heavy] [Verse 1] The streetlights are bleeding, Neon ink on a rain-slicked page. I burnt the files, I cut the brake lines, Just a bird in a chrome-plated cage. I wore the heels that sounded like a confession, Click-clack—another soul on the floor. [Chorus] Oh, Detective, put down the magnifying glass. The fingerprints are mine, but the heart? That’s a cold case you’ll never crack. I’ve been the shadow, I’ve been the vice, So wash the chalk from the pavement, And tell me... isn't forgiveness a fair price? [Bridge - twinkling piano solo] Evidence? Incinerated. Alibi? A ghost in a trench coat. I’m the mystery you can’t afford to solve. [Verse 2] The smoke in this room is a curtain, Hiding the smudge on my glove. I’m guilty of the arson, darling, But I’m innocent of the love. Don’t read me my rights—just read my lips: I’m your favorite lead. Don’t let it slip. [Chorus] Oh, Detective, put down the magnifying glass. The fingerprints are mine, but the heart? That’s a cold case you’ll never crack. I’ve been the shadow, I’ve been the vice, So wash the chalk from the pavement, And tell me... isn't forgiveness a fair price? [Outro] [The sax begins to "weep" in high-pitched, dissonant notes. The bass walks off a cliff.] [Whispered] Case closed. Forgive me... or find me.
Tags
Dark cinematic noir, smoky lounge jazz, reverb-heavy surf guitar, screeching sax stabs, moody bass, 1950s crime thriller
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
2/3/2026