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[Verse 1 (Her – stable life)]
Sunday morning, cereal bowls,
soccer cleats by the door,
movie nights and pillow fights,
laughing on the living room floor.
She built a life from steady things,
small hands, steady time,
didn’t need a missing piece
to make it feel like life.
[Pre-Chorus 1 (first shift, still subtle)]
Then a slow-moving stranger,
like warm air in the room,
talking soft about forever
like it’s something she could choose.
And she didn’t see the pressure
in the way the silence changed,
just the feeling she was lighter
when he said her name.
[Chorus 1 (twister begins, still “love”)]
He came like a twister
soft at the edge of the sky,
turning “just for now” into “don’t say goodbye.”
Pressure starts shifting,
but it feels like falling in love,
like the ground underneath her
is lifting her up.
And she’s laughing while it’s spinning,
not knowing what it becomes—
he came like a twister…
and she ran out of run.
[Verse 2 (life starts narrowing)]
He learns her morning coffee,
her son’s soccer team,
stands just close enough to feel like
he’s always been between.
And the world she used to reach for
starts fading at the edges,
like a window slowly closing
without anyone noticing it.
[Pre-Chorus 2 (pressure shift + son enters grounding role)]
Her son asks from the doorway,
“Mom, why are the leaves in the air?”
like the world forgot its habits
and stopped pretending fair.
She smiles too quickly, answers
what she hopes is still the truth,
but she feels the air is heavier
when he’s not in the room.
[Chorus 2 (storm tightens, grounding becomes necessary)]
He came like a twister
and the sky won’t stay still,
and every “you’re okay”
feels like something she will lose.
Pressure keeps rising,
but it still calls it love,
like being pulled under
is the same as being enough.
And she reaches for her son now
just to stay tied to the ground—
he came like a twister…
and the world won’t slow down.
[Bridge (the core conflict)]
Her son’s hand in her hand
is the only solid thing she knows,
when everything she built
starts leaning as it goes.
And she hears it in the quiet—
not a voice, not a sound—
just the feeling that the center
is no longer found.
[Final Chorus (contained, more emotional than explosive)]
He came like a twister
and it learned her life by heart,
unraveling the places
she thought were set apart.
Pressure still shifting,
still calling it love,
still pulling everything
she tries to rise above.
But she’s holding her son now
in the eye of it all—
the only thing still standing
when everything falls.
He came like a twister…
and she’s still holding on.
Details
GeneratedMay 18, 2026
Duration4:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Twister pop: female vocal, storm-love metaphor, synth pads, piano, wind FX, pulsing drums, emotional hook, son anchor
Credits
Prompt by
ElCeviche
ElCevicheModelAria v5.5
