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In the midst of colossal aerial towers, A rain falls warm as tears in quiet hours. Catch it in your hands, let it seep through, A city where the silence reigns true. Spellbound apparitions drift and glide, Through glassy windows where shadows hide. Perhaps you've seen this place before— A mirrored city with a secret core. You looked and saw duplicity there, In the reflection, a coldness in the air. Where you can’t see, the chill will creep, A city where dreams and nightmares sleep. He smiled softly, lips barely part, A whisper escaping like a ghost of the heart. Ghosts and white horses dance in slow parade, Through empty squares where memories fade. A wind, a thousand unseen wings, Flutters your hair with forgotten things. Cool stone beneath, dead pillars stand, Listening to echoes in this haunted land. Diaphanous stairways that spiral and bend, Leading to nowhere, they twist and descend. Curtains of lace, like phantoms, wave, Beckoning you to the depths of the grave. He sees his breath, it hangs like mist, Cold air brushes like an unwanted kiss. “This is where she is now,” he laughs, forlorn, In the city where reflections are born. Golden laughter fills the hollow night, Haunted filigree catches the light. A dance of shadows, a lover’s sigh, In this city where memories never die. Curtains wave slow, nightmares peer through— In the windows of a world that once knew A love, a sorrow, an eternal trace, A city of mirrors where we all face.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro – Slow, dreamlike, like stepping through a glass door] [A delicate, detuned piano plays a waltzing melody, its notes soft and shimmering. A ghostly synth hums beneath, barely there. The sound of rain falls gently in the background, fading as vocals emerge—half-spoken, half-sung, like a whispered secret.] In the midst of colossal aerial towers, A rain falls warm as tears in quiet hours… [Verse 1 – Floating, weightless, yet eerie] [The bassline enters, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the glassy guitar chords. Drums shuffle in, soft yet deliberate, carrying a waltzing sway. The vocals glide over, breathy and hypnotic.] Catch it in your hands, let it seep through, A city where the silence reigns true. Spellbound apparitions drift and glide, Through glassy windows where shadows hide. [Chorus – Expansive, haunting, like an old music box playing itself] [Strings swell in the background, harmonies bloom in layers like a chorus of echoes. The waltz-like rhythm intensifies, both beautiful and unsettling.] You looked and saw duplicity there, In the reflection, a coldness in the air. Where you can’t see, the chill will creep, A city where dreams and nightmares sleep. [Verse 2 – A descent into the uncanny] [The instruments pull back slightly, leaving space for eerie synth flourishes and choral whispers. The melody tilts, slightly off-kilter, as if the walls of the song are bending inward.] He smiled softly, lips barely part, A whisper escaping like a ghost of the heart. Ghosts and white horses dance in slow parade, Through empty squares where memories fade. [Bridge – A surreal interlude, dissonant and drifting] [The tempo slows, instruments dissolve into echoes. A harpsichord-like synth flickers in, as if from another time. A voice, distant and distorted, recites lines over a breath of wind.] A wind, a thousand unseen wings, Flutters your hair with forgotten things. Cool stone beneath, dead pillars stand, Listening to echoes in this haunted land. [Chorus – Reprise, but fractured, like a reflection rippling] [The waltzing rhythm returns, but something is different—melodies slightly warped, harmonies stretched too thin. The music sways dangerously, close to collapse.] Golden laughter fills the hollow night, Haunted filigree catches the light. A dance of shadows, a lover’s sigh, In this city where memories never die. [Outro – Dissolving into the glass] [The instruments fade one by one—first the drums, then the bass, until only the lonely piano remains, playing a melody that loops and fades. The last line is spoken softly, as if disappearing into the mirror itself.] Curtains wave slow, nightmares peer through— In the windows of a world that once knew… [A final note rings out, detuned and trembling, before silence.]
Song info
Ethereal Dream-Pop | Shimmering guitars, ghostly harmonies, waltzing rhythms. Haunting vocals weave through a surreal, spectral world of reflections and memories.
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