

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Maps on the table Red lines through every town Headlines on the fridge door Numbers that pull me down I’ve been counting fallen names Like change in a coffee jar Wondering what it costs us To keep burning every star [Chorus] Give me five years of quiet fire No more flags over funeral choirs Just a sky nobody has to flee Give me five years where we don’t break Where every hand is a bridge we make I’ll spend them all Becoming who I’m meant to be (a gateway to the stars inside of me) [Verse 2] I was born into sirens Raised on that distant fear But I’m done trading my days For somebody else’s war here So I’m turning off the anger Letting the armor slide Learning to listen To the dark behind my eyes [Chorus] Give me five years of quiet fire No more flags over funeral choirs Just a sky nobody has to flee Give me five years where we don’t break Where every hand is a bridge we make I’ll spend them all Becoming who I’m meant to be (a gateway to the stars inside of me) [Bridge] If I start with this small room This tired heart These two hands Could it ripple out like moonlight Spilling over every land? (yeah) I don’t need to save the world I just need to change my part Trade the weight of all this war For the gravity of my heart [Chorus] Give me five years of quiet fire No more flags over funeral choirs Just a sky nobody has to flee Give me five years where we don’t break Where every hand is a bridge we make I’ll spend them all On learning how to see Every soul as a doorway To the stars in you and me
Tags
rock, Raw acoustic grunge ballad, male vocals, dry room tone. Fingerpicked verses with occasional jagged strums, vocal right up on the mic. Choruses swell with doubled vocals and open chords, a worn harmonium pad under the last hook. Subtle cymbal swells and low floor toms in the bridge; end on a single ringing guitar note hanging in air., grunge
3:49
No
2/11/2026