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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Leeds ring road
Empty lanes
Cheap petrol
You laughed at how I stall
Every time I get too close
Coffee gone cold
On the dash by your knees
Boot full of flat-pack boxes
You reading out the Swedish like a speech (hey)
[Chorus]
Leeds to Huddersfield
Late-night drives
You tracing maps on the glass by my side
Building flat-pack dreams in your new place
Books on the floor
Curtains half-hanged
Still felt like grace
Now it’s separate roads and silent phones
Two pillows
One used
The other alone
I’m staring at the shape you didn’t take
And I don’t know how we lost our space
[Verse 2]
Allen key
In a mug by your sink
We joked it was our secret
Little metal wedding ring
Takeaway
On the box we just built
You said
“If this thing collapses
We’ll just lean against the mess and call it ours” (oh)
[Chorus]
Leeds to Huddersfield
Late-night drives
You humming low to stay awake by my side
Building flat-pack dreams in your new place
Plants on the sill
Mattress on floor
Still felt like faith
Now it’s separate roads and silent phones
Your side of town like a country I don’t know
I’m tracing every line we didn’t take
And I don’t know how we lost our space
[Bridge]
Was it one harsh word?
Or a hundred small ones?
Was it all those plans
Stuffed back in their cartons?
I still keep that screw
I found under your bed
Tiny
Useless thing
Heavy as the things we left unsaid
[Chorus]
Leeds to Huddersfield
Late-night drives
I still see your tired eyes in every sign
Building flat-pack dreams in your new place
Hands in my hair
“we’ll make it there
” you used to say
Now it’s separate roads and silent phones
Ghost notifications lighting up my home
I’m staring at the space you didn’t take
And I don’t know how we lost our space
Details
GeneratedMar 1, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Melancholic indie-pop ballad, midtempo groove. Intimate male vocals over clean electric guitar and warm bass, brushed drums, and soft synth pads. Verses stay close and conversational; chorus blooms with wider harmonies and a subtle octave vocal. Bridge strips to guitar and voice before the full band swells back for a final, aching chorus and gentle outro., flat
Credits
Prompt by
Stone_Ember
Stone_EmberModelAria v5
Prompt
Leeds to Huddersfield, late-night drives,
building flat-pack dreams in your new place.
Now it’s separate roads and silent phones,
and I don’t know how we lost our space.
