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Lyrics
Verse 1
They know the night we met again,
the coat, the door, the rain.
They know how long I stayed away,
how long you stayed the same.
They know your name beside my name,
the cities in between.
They’ve seen us smiling through a lens
and called that being seen.
But you know when I’ve had enough
before I make a sound.
You touch two fingers to my wrist
and all the noise dies down.
Chorus
Off the record,
I still lose my place
when you look at me that way.
Everyone knows who I come home to;
nobody knows how home gets made.
They can keep the where and when,
leave the best part out again.
Every true thing between us
lives off the record.
Verse 2
You know which silence means I’m hurt,
which one means come upstairs.
Which smile is only for the room,
which one means lose the stairs.
We buy the wine and miss the meal,
leave one lamp burning low.
I start a sentence at your mouth
and let you finish slow.
You know the parts I never liked
and touch them without doubt.
You make my body feel like mine
by never shutting me out.
Chorus
Off the record,
I still lose my place
when you look at me that way.
Everyone knows who I come home to;
nobody knows how home gets made.
They can keep the where and when,
leave the best part out again.
Every true thing between us
lives off the record.
Post-Chorus
Out of frame,
under breath,
in the space
the story left.
No one hears
the language of
all the little ways
we love.
Bridge
They think intimacy is candlelight,
a locked door, a hotel key.
But it’s you moving to the outside
when the pavement frightens me.
It’s my cold feet beneath your legs,
your hand finding mine in sleep.
It’s knowing every ugly truth
and choosing what to keep.
It’s the promise underneath my sleeve
that doesn’t need a crowd.
It’s how you never make me smaller
just to love me out loud.
And yes, sometimes it’s midnight
and the windows open wide,
your name caught somewhere in my throat,
my whole world locked inside.
Final Chorus
Off the record,
I still lose my place
when you look at me that way.
Everyone knows who I come home to;
only you know how I’m changed.
They can keep the where and when,
guess the ending, miss it again.
Every true thing between us
lives off the record.
They can quote me word for word,
still not know what you have heard.
The whole world gets the love song—
you get the love.
Outro
Out of frame,
under breath,
past the part
they haven’t read.
They know our names.
They know the story.
They’ve never heard
the conversation.
Details
GeneratedJul 16, 2026
Duration5:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Intimate chamber-soul pop with Rhodes piano, brushed drums, close vocals, and a slow, nocturnal pulse, female
Credits
Prompt byMightyShark113
ModelAria v5.5
