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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I found your note in the sugar tin
beside the chipped glass, by the sink
Your name was folded in the paper cracks
like a map that forgot how to link
The fan kept spinning over our heads
stirring the dust in a lazy ring
And I said your name to the empty room
just to hear what the quiet would bring
[Pre-Chorus]
The moon looked pale through the kitchen glass
like it knew what the night would do
I held that flame in my open hand
then watched it turn right into you
[Chorus]
its love bumbu rum
burning on my tongue
its love bumbu rum
I still taste it when I’m drunk
its love bumbu rum
turning truth to smoke
its love bumbu rum
and I choke, and I choke
[Verse 2]
Your coat hung stiff on the back of the chair
with the rain still trapped in the seam
There were two cold cups and a cracked red stain
like a bruise on the edge of a dream
I traced your laugh in the table wood
where the candle had melted down
And every shadow in that small blue room
kept wearing your shape like a crown
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to pray, but the words came loose
fell apart on the tile below
You leave a mark in the hardest stone
and I hate how hard I know
[Chorus]
its love bumbu rum
burning on my tongue
its love bumbu rum
I still taste it when I’m drunk
its love bumbu rum
turning truth to smoke
its love bumbu rum
and I choke, and I choke
[Bridge]
If you come back, come back unarmed
with your hair undone and your hands clean
Bring me the fault line, bring me the bruise
bring me the part I never mean
I’ve seen the gold in a broken cup
I’ve seen the dark in a wedding band
But I still reach for the fire in you
like a fool with a match in his hand
[Final Chorus]
its love bumbu rum
burning on my tongue
its love bumbu rum
I still taste it when I’m drunk
its love bumbu rum
turning truth to smoke
its love bumbu rum
and I choke, and I choke
Details
GeneratedApr 14, 2026
Duration6:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Progressive Rock, Psychedelic Rock, Classic Rock, Art Rock with cavernous room reverb on the drums, watery phase-shifted guitars, electric piano swells, Mellotron haze, and a slow-burn dynamic arc that opens intimate before the final section blooms into towering, harmonized guitar lines and drifting tape-delay vocals, psychedelic rock, progressive rock, art rock, classic rock
Credits
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LogistikModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Style pink floyd, dark side of the moon, Wish You Were Here, Ian Its love bumbu rum
