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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Coffee rings on the star map
Ashtray full of half-born plans
You paint doors on the ceiling
Say
“Pick one if you can”
Your lava lamp constellations
Melt time right off the wall
Clock hands crawl in a circle
But never strike at all
[Chorus]
We’re growing glass gardens on the moon
Bare feet on a silver dune
Breathing in a violet afternoon
Nothing makes sense
’till it feels like the truth
Glass gardens
On the moon
[Verse 2]
You’re tuning in to the static
Like it’s talking just to you
Spiral staircase in your iris
I keep falling through and through
You laugh
“There’s cracks in the logic
That’s where all the colors seep”
We float above the sofa
Too awake to call it sleep
[Chorus]
We’re growing glass gardens on the moon
Bare feet on a silver dune
Breathing in a violet afternoon
Nothing makes sense
’till it feels like the truth
Glass gardens
On the moon (ohhh)
[Bridge]
[Guitars and organ swell
Groove tumbles into a slower
Heavier pocket]
Are we lost
Or just arriving late
To a place
We haven’t named
If the world
Keeps coming unglued
I’ll meet you where the wild thoughts bloom
[Chorus]
We’re growing glass gardens on the moon
Bare feet on a silver dune
Breathing in a violet afternoon
Nothing makes sense
Till it sounds like you
Glass gardens
On the moon (on the moon)
Glass gardens
With you
Details
GeneratedMar 3, 2026
Duration4:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Sprawling progressive-psychedelic rock with male vocals; swirling organ and phased guitars over shifting, odd-meter grooves. Verses stay moody and hypnotic, bass walking around a tom-heavy kit; chorus opens into big classic-rock chords, soaring harmonies, and wide reverb. Middle section leans into art-rock: angular riffs, tape-echo vocal layers, then a unison band hit back into the final hook., art rock, psychedelic rock, progressive rock, classic rock
Credits
Prompt by
Logistik
LogistikModelAria v5
Prompt
Pink Floyd, rock
