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You return, a ghost of past selves, a fragment of skin and silence, woven from the bone of lost hours, from echoes I thought had withered in the hush of time. Between us, a flower erupts— no tender bloom, but a furnace of petals, a star burning at the ribs, its tendrils threading through bone and sinew, binding what was whole, splitting the sinew of what once was one. Your face, downturned, bears the weight of departure, while mine, split with laughter, knows only the ecstasy of release. Is this rebirth, or is it ruin— this slow unfurling, this cleaving in two? Do we grow apart, or are we merely becoming something else— something neither of us can name? The petals pulse, the roots drink deep. And still, we remain— a single bloom, two breaking bodies.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: Delicate, atmospheric—soft guitar, distant chimes, whispered harmonies.] (You return, a ghost… a ghost…) A fragment of skin and silence, Woven from the bone of lost hours. Echoes I thought had withered, In the hush of time. [Verse 1: Intimate, melancholic—gentle strumming, deep, resonant vocals.] Between us, a flower erupts— No tender bloom, but a furnace of petals. A star burning at the ribs, Threading through bone and sinew. [Chorus: Expansive, bittersweet—strings swell, harmonies build.] (Are we breaking? Are we breathing? Are we something in between?) Binding what was whole, Splitting what once was one. (Are we ending, or becoming? Something neither of us can name…) [Verse 2: Slightly more urgent—soft percussion enters, vocals layered.] Your face, downturned, bears the weight of departure, While mine, split with laughter, lets go. Is this rebirth, or is it ruin— This slow unfurling, this cleaving in two? [Bridge: Dynamic shift—sparse instrumentation, haunting vocal harmonies.] The petals pulse, the roots drink deep. The fire hums, the wind still speaks. (Do we grow apart, or are we merely…?) [Chorus: Climactic, emotional—full instrumentation, soaring vocals.] (Are we breaking? Are we breathing? Are we something in between?) Binding what was whole, Splitting what once was one. (Are we ending, or becoming? Something neither of us can name…) [Outro: Soft, lingering—guitar fades, strings drift into silence.] And still, we remain— A single bloom, Two breaking bodies.
Song info
Cinematic indie-folk—fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft ambient strings, pulsing percussion, emotional, layered vocals.
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