Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Late page, late night Lamp shade halo on your face My hand, this shaking pen Tries to trace your grace Every little word I choose Spills out thicker than it should Is it just a line, or Is it love, or is it blood [Chorus] I’m writing you forever On the margins of my heart Every stroke, a tiny prayer Every curve, a fragile start Oh my angel, can you feel it Through the crimson and the ink This love, this blood, this trembling pen Says more than I can think [Verse 2] Lipstick on my coffee Your laugh hanging in the air I draft a thousand futures But you’re already there Paper cranes on the table Folded out of all my fears Your name runs through every vein Till it’s louder than my tears [Chorus] I’m writing you forever On the margins of my heart Every stroke, a tiny prayer Every curve, a fragile start Oh my angel, can you feel it Through the crimson and the ink This love, this blood, this trembling pen Says more than I can think [Bridge] If the letters fade tomorrow If my hand forgets your name (oh) You’ll still live inside the spaces Where the silence goes to flame [Chorus] I’m writing you forever On the margins of my heart Every stroke, a tiny prayer Every curve, a fragile start Oh my angel, can you feel it Through the crimson and the ink This love, this blood, this trembling pen Says more than I can think (yeah) This love, this blood, this trembling pen Says more than I can think
Tags
jazz, Smoky small-club jazz ballad, brushed kit and upright bass walking slow. Warm piano voicings with a muted trumpet answering the vocal phrases. Female vocals, intimate and close-mic’d; verses soft and conversational, chorus blooms with wider vibrato and stacked harmonies. Subtle string pad swells in the bridge, ending on a held vocal over a lingering piano chord.
Duration
3:43
Instrumental
No
Created
3/24/2026