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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Coffee in a chipped blue cup
Balcony above the little store
You hang dresses on the line
I count heartbeats on the floor
Bare feet tapping out the rhythm
Of your day across the boards
Every creak another question
Every glance another chord
[Chorus]
Three steps from your door
I keep turning back
Like the wind on this corner
Can’t stay on one track
If I cross that line
Will I leave as I came before?
Or lose my name
Three steps from your door
[Verse 2]
Your father plays the Sunday station
Old boleros through the wall
Down the street a horn is sighing
Streetlight shadows start to fall
You lean on the rusted railing
Laughing
“Are you scared of dark?”
I just watch your fingers dancing
On the edge of my remark
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Maybe love is just a circle
Same small sidewalk
Same old song
I’ve been walking it for ages
Trying to get the words half-wrong
So you’ll smile and say them better
Pull me to that painted floor
Spin me once and close the distance
Between my doubt and your front door
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 7, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Smoky jazz trio brushes and upright bass under a nylon-string guitar with a light bachata sway; folk-style storytelling vocal, intimate male vocals close-mic’d. Verses stay soft and narrative, then the chorus blooms with percussion, call-and-response backing harmonies, and a subtle horn pad. Gentle dynamic lift into a short bridge, then a laid-back, lingering outro tag., jazz, bachata
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
jazz, bachata, folk
