Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] He’s the last one speaking in the room Counting every flicker of the fan blades Tracing little patterns on his shoe While the crowd keeps crashing like a bad wave Eyes on the exit sign But he sees every crack in the ceiling Every twitch Every crossed-line All the words they’re not revealing [Chorus] He’s the son of Poseidon In a world that’s too loud Too bright Breathing slow when the tide rolls in Salt on his skin feels right Underneath Where the noise turns blue Where the current understands his mind He’s the son of Poseidon And the water makes him feel alive [Verse 2] Dad says "Why don’t you look at me" He’s already mapped the stubble on his jawline Hears the fridge hum Lights buzz off-key Too many sharp edges in the daytime But the dock’s just twenty steps away Shoes off Shirt off Cool wind Soft sand Every thought that tangled in the day Unravels as he slips from land [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Down where the lists stop spinning Down where the shadows bend kind Every ripple keeps on listening Every bubble clears his mind [soft harmonies] He’s not broken Just in deep Whole world softer when it’s blurred Water holds what he can’t speak Says it back without a word [Chorus]
Tags
pop, Shimmering alt-pop with male vocals, clean electric guitars and bright synth pads over a midtempo beat. Tight, intimate verses with close-mic vocal and subtle backing hums; chorus lifts with wide reverb, layered harmonies, and a pulsing bass that swells like waves. Bridge strips back to vocal, toms, and distant vocoder before a final, anthemic chorus.
Duration
2:58
Instrumental
No
Created
1/15/2026