[Intro]
Mm… yeah
(PROD: sparse—Rhodes chords + quiet vinyl air + soft guitar harmonics; no full drums yet)
[Verse 1]
Funny how a picture can get under your skin
Like I’m scrolling, then I’m stuck again
Not ‘cause it’s perfect—more like it’s real
Like you don’t pose, you just feel
And I don’t know you yet, not the whole you
But I can tell you’re not the type to stay surface-level
It’s like your eyes got a language
And I keep trying to learn it
(PROD: breathy vocal front-and-center; add subtle swing hats halfway through verse)
[Pre-Chorus]
In the light they turn honey-gold
When it’s low, they’re deep brown—still bold
Different shade, same truth in it
And it pulls me closer to you
(PROD: introduce rising pad + gentle snare lift; let a harmony line creep in on “honey-gold”)
[Chorus]
This is what falling feels like
Quiet, but it hits like a flood at midnight
Like winter air in my lungs—too sharp, too right
And I don’t even know your whole life
But I want to, I want to
Yeah, I want to
(PROD: chorus “holy lift” = widen guitars + add airy choir pad + stacked harmonies; bass blooms, drums stay smooth not aggressive)
[Post-Chorus]
Mm-mm…
I want to
(PROD: drop drums for 2 bars; optional sax whisper phrase here OR a guitar lead if sax doesn’t fit)
[Verse 2]
We’re still at the beginning, still learning names
Still figuring out what you mean when you say certain things
And I’m not trying to rush it, I’m not trying to claim
I just like the way you don’t play
You seem sweet in a way that doesn’t need proof
Like you’ve been through things but you kept your softness too
And I catch myself thinking
If you let me, I’d listen
(PROD: bring drums back, slightly more movement; add low guitar counter-melody)
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause in the light they turn honey-gold
When it’s low they go dark brown—bold
And it’s not even the color, it’s what they do
They feel like a story I want the truth to
(PROD: intensify pad rise; vocal climbs higher on “truth”)
[Bridge]
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need a show
I just want the parts you don’t give to everyone
The calm, the chaos, the reason you close your door
The things you’ve never said out loud before
(PROD: strip drums; heartbeat bass + choir pad + reverb tail; vocal “rises” here—most worshipful moment)
[Final Chorus]
This is what falling feels like
Slow burn, but it’s bright in the half-light
Honey-gold when you’re warm, dark brown when it’s late night
And I don’t even know your whole life
But I want to, I want to
Yeah, I want to
(PROD: biggest stereo width + strongest harmonies; optional sax ad-lib answering the vocal in the outro)
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