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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Classroom hum
Fluorescent buzz in my bones
Every scrape of a chair
Feels like a storm in my skull
Words line up in my head
But they freeze on the way to my tongue
So I count the ceiling tiles
Til the panic comes undone
[Pre-Chorus]
You think I’m somewhere far away
I’m right here
Every twitch
Every whisper in the air
I catch it
I keep it
Like shells in my fist
I just don’t have a map
From my thoughts to my lips
[Chorus]
I speak in saltwater language
Where the ripples say my name
When I dive
I finally vanish
All the noise
All the blame
If you want to know my heart
You gotta meet me where I start
I speak in saltwater language
Can you hear me in the waves?
[Verse 2]
Your hand on my shoulder
Too sudden
It burns like a spark
All the colors on the walls
Turn too bright
Then too dark
But I see the crack in your smile
When you’re trying to joke through the day
I see the way your fingers shake
When you’re putting your phone away
[Pre-Chorus]
I answer you with glances
With the way I breathe
Tap my thumb
To the rhythm on my knee
I’m not silent inside
I’m just stuck at the gate
With an ocean of sentences
Backed up by fate
[Chorus]
I speak in saltwater language
Where the ripples say my name
When I dive
I finally vanish
All the noise
All the blame
If you want to know my heart
You gotta meet me where I start
I speak in saltwater language
Can you hear me in the waves?
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Under the surface
It’s quiet and clear
I open my eyes
And the world disappears
I turn on my back
And I talk to the sky
In bubbles and currents
In breath and in tide
[whispered vocals] I’m trying
I’m trying
To reach you on land
So watch how I listen
Just follow my hands
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Warm cinematic pop with spacious pads, piano arpeggios, and steady mid-tempo drums. Male vocals up close and intimate on verses; chorus opens with wide synths, gang-style “oh”s, and stacked harmonies. Subtle processed vocal chops echo key phrases like waves. Bridge strips back to piano, distant toms, and reverb-soaked ambience, then swells into a final big-hook chorus., light
Credits
Prompt by
SonOfTheTide
SonOfTheTideModelAria v5
Prompt
son of Poseidon, autistic, doesn’t speak, but very observant. sensitive to sounds, touch and light. Wants to connect, has a hard time using his voice to communicate and feels alive in water. pop, male
