Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I was born in the duchy of Bellsor Where the harbor never answers your name Blue hair in a breeze full of salt talk Everyone staring straight past Like rain They stitched two dolphins on our jackets Silver thread on the darkest green We learn the maps before our letters How to leave before we learn to be seen [Chorus] Bellsor Bellsor Where we’re trained to navigate Not feel Hold your breath till your lungs burn Call that a fair deal Bellsor Bellsor Talk is shallow Silence deep We learn how to breathe underwater But not how to let anyone in too cheap [Verse 2] We sit on the pier Side by shoulder Trading glances instead of words Cold and aloof like we practiced Every answer a flock of lost birds Our parents sail shifts in the navy Eyes like storms that never break They taught us to plot every distance But not what to do with the ache [Chorus] Bellsor Bellsor Where we’re trained to navigate Not feel Hold your breath till your lungs burn Call that a fair deal Bellsor Bellsor Talk is shallow Silence deep We learn how to breathe underwater But not how to let anyone in too cheap [Bridge] [Soft hum Almost whispered] I dive where the water gets darker (oh) Where words finally sound like they mean My hair floats like a flag in the current Blue crown of a quiet queen [Chorus] Bellsor Bellsor I’m tracing every tide-worn street If I ever find my voice here Will you recognize the heat? Bellsor Bellsor If I rise or if I sleep I will always breathe underwater I will always feel too deep
Tags
folk, Indie-emo pop-folk ballad with female vocals, close-mic and intimate. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano; subtle brushed snare and warm bass easing in by the first chorus. Verses stay hushed and confessional; choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and distant oohs. Light ambient pads and filtered backing vocals in the bridge to feel like sinking underwater, then a gentle, resigned final chorus., pop, emo
Duration
3:21
Instrumental
No
Created
2/21/2026