Footprints in the Static

​(Intro)
(Sound of someone exhaling deeply)
(Soft, soulful electric guitar chords with a "wobble" effect)
​(Verse 1)
The world is a blank page, waiting for a line
I’m sitting here, just taking my time
Watching the streetlamp glow like a spark
Carving a hole in the velvet dark
No tracks on the driveway, no paths in the yard
Sometimes staying still is the hardest part.
​(Chorus)
Lost in the static, found in the snow
Nowhere to hurry, nowhere to go
The rhythm is steady, the fire is low
Watching the secrets of winter grow
Just a soul in a sweater, a ghost in the hall
Listening to the shadows lean against the wall.
​(Bridge - Spoken with a smile in the voice)
"Remember when we were kids?
We’d wait for the first flake just to feel like
the world was starting over.
Maybe it still is... every single night."
​(Verse 2)
The kettle is whistling a soft little tune
Under the watch of a porcelain moon
I’ve got my memories to keep me warm
A quiet sanctuary inside the storm
The city’s heartbeat is buried and deep
While the rest of the world is fast asleep.
​(Outro)
(The guitar melody gets simpler and simpler)
(Sound of a pencil scratching on paper)
Footprints in the snow...
Static on the glass...
Let the winter...
Pass.

82 BPM (Lo-Fi Soul / Neo-Soul Chill​Vibe: Razmišljanje o prošlosti, unutrašnji mir i "cozy" melanholija.