(Style: Genre: dark dream pop / gothic indie ballad / cinematic slowcore)
(Mood: eerie, beautiful, intimate, underwater, doomed romance, soft heartbreak)
(Vocal: male vocal, breathy, fragile, emotional, close microphone, soft masculinity)
(Tempo: 68 BPM)
(Time Signature: 6/8)
(Key: D minor)
(Structure: ambient intro → soft verse → emotional chorus → restrained verse → stripped bridge → final cinematic chorus → ambient fade out)
(Production: underwater reverb, wide atmosphere, deep sub bass, soft piano, distant cello, ambient pads, slow ritual drums, layered harmonies, subtle choir textures)
(Instruments: piano, reverbed electric guitar, cello drones, soft kick, low bass swells, ambient textures, water ambience)
(Build-up: gradual emotional swell, never explosive, final chorus wider but still restrained)
(Themes: doomed love, final night together, beautiful endings, emotional surrender, intimacy before goodbye)
(Imagery: moonlight on water, white curtains moving, black tide, pale skin, waves, quiet rooms, slow dancing, drowning softly)
(Lyrical style: short poetic lines, hypnotic repetition, emotionally restrained, cinematic imagery, simple memorable phrases)
(Ending: unresolved fade into ambience, like sinking underwater peacefully)
White curtains moving slowly
Moonlight across your skin
You hold me like a secret
Like something wearing thin
Your breath against my shoulder
Soft waves beneath the dark
I already feel the ending
Still I don’t pull apart
Beautiful things fade quietly
That’s what scares me most
This is our swan song
Slow hands, pale water
You look holy in the low light
Like heaven leaning closer
This is our swan song
Two hearts going under
And I still want your love
Even at the end of us
Your fingers trace my ribs slow
Like counting every scar
Outside the night keeps turning
Inside we stay where we are
Your eyes drift somewhere distant
Still locked onto mine
Like you’re trying to memorize me
Before goodbye arrives
If morning takes you from me
Leave your shadow in the sheets
I’ll still hear your voice in quiet rooms
Like water underneath
This is our swan song
White breath in the dark
Holding onto something fragile
While it falls apart
This is our swan song
Black tide, slow motion
Beautiful things drown softly
And so do we
BLACKLARK
