Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I kept a match in my pocket
For the nights that felt too long
You said, “don’t fold your map now”
So I wrote that line in song
Rain on the bus stop window
Your name in the steam on glass
I held my hands like a promise
Waiting for the dark to pass
[Pre-Chorus]
And if the road gets narrow
If the floor gives way beneath
I’ll trade my fear for a doorway
I’ll trade my sleep for belief
[Chorus]
The future belongs to us
The future belongs to us
(beauty of dreams)
We carry it home in our hands
We carry it home in our hands
(beauty of dreams)
[Verse 2]
Your old boots by the doorframe
My new scars in the light
We were learning how to stumble
Then learning how to rise
A cracked note from the basement
A laugh through the screen door heat
Even the small things were calling
Saying, “come on, come and see”
[Pre-Chorus]
And if the sky turns heavy
If the week comes down too hard
I’ll keep a little window
Lit inside the card
[Chorus]
The future belongs to us
The future belongs to us
(beauty of dreams)
We carry it home in our hands
We carry it home in our hands
(beauty of dreams)
[Bridge]
I know the world can bruise you
I know it names its price
But every time you choose to try
You make a little light
So leave the door unlatched now
Let the cold air in
There’s a whole wide life still waiting
For the one who dares begin
[Final Chorus]
The future belongs to us
The future belongs to us
(beauty of dreams)
We carry it home in our hands
We carry it home in our hands
(beauty of dreams)
The future belongs to us
The future belongs to us
(beauty of dreams)
Details
GeneratedJul 4, 2026
Duration4:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Indie rock with delicate fingerpicked guitar, slow-swelling drums, and melancholic male vocals; verse stays close and intimate with sparse bass, pre-chorus opens into layered harmonies and tom pulses, chorus blooms with chiming guitar doubles and a soft gang-vocal lift on the anchor phrase, bridge drops to brittle guitar and breathy vocal, then final chorus returns fuller with bowed textures and a hazy outro. Intimate close-mic mix, warm and wistful, with gentle room bloom and subtle tape hiss., indie rock
Credits
Prompt by
Drnick55
Drnick55ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Dreamy Indie Rock with Delicate Guitar and Melancholic Vocals
