Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Tiny duchy of Flek Tucked under cloud and hill Silver-haired scholars Still arguing over ink spills We sit on the archive steps Sharing pastries Trading facts You quote dates like daylight I trace maps on your backpack [Chorus] We’re the owls of the duchy of Flek Insignia stitched on our vests Warm and loyal nerds With our hearts in the text You remember every line I forget Every footnote Every side effect If I get lost in the margin You read me perfect [Verse 2] Dust dancing in the stacks Old leather Candle wax You laugh at my crooked notes I laugh at your color-coded tabs You press my hand to a page Say “Feel how the story breathes” Your perfect memory glows But you’re looking right at me [Chorus] We’re the owls of the duchy of Flek Insignia stitched on our vests Warm and loyal nerds With our hearts in the text You remember every line I forget Every footnote Every side effect If I get lost in the margin You read me perfect [Bridge] In the archives of the kingdom They will write our quiet days Every whisper in the reading room Every smile between the phrases If every book burns down If the ink runs from regret You’ll carry every word inside And I’ll carry what you haven’t read yet [Chorus] We’re the owls of the duchy of Flek Insignia stitched on our vests Warm and loyal nerds With our hearts in the text You remember every line I forget Every secret that we haven’t kept If I get lost in the margin You read me perfect If this whole duchy forgets us You’ll still remember us perfect
Tags
folk, Indie-emo pop with female vocals, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft brushed drums, subtle mandolin and organ pads. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, then the chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a simple, singable hook. Warm bass and light percussion keep it moving, with a bridge that drops to almost a whisper before the final, heartfelt chorus., warm, pop, emo
Duration
2:53
Instrumental
No
Created
2/21/2026