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Lyrics
[Verse]
A bench of rust
Its arms worn thin
A quiet place where dreams begin
The streetlights hum
A golden haze
Fingers trace the edge of days
[Prechorus]
And the air—it bends
It twists
It sighs
Underneath those violet skies
[Chorus]
Is it magic? Or is it just you?
The way the world fades into blue
We sit so still
The night won't tell—
Is it love
Or a whispered spell?
[Verse 2]
A car drifts by
Its taillights blink
Your laughter lingers
Makes me think
The pavement glows
It feels alive
In your gaze
I learn to thrive
[Prechorus]
The shadows stretch
The stars lean near
Even silence wants to hear
[Chorus]
Is it magic? Or is it just you?
The way the world fades into blue
We sit so still
The night won't tell—
Is it love
Or a whispered spell?
Details
GeneratedDec 14, 2025
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, fingerpicked guitar with soft strings and distant chimes, acoustic, ethereal
Credits
Prompt by
Herzbube
HerzbubeModelAria v5
Prompt
Create me a Song with a vibe thats Like magic and Fells Almost unreal featuring a love Story on a bench near the street
