Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock froze at three— same as when you left me. No bang, no siren, just a paper-thin silence. I could’ve screamed, but the fire died clean. Now it’s just echoes and mornings that lean. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I know the fever’s gone, no soft sun to lean upon. Cold air cuts—no place to hide. [Chorus] We had sleeveless hearts, didn’t we? Nothing to shield what burned beneath. Just skin and bone in city heat, no cover for the pain we’d bleed. No stitch, no line, no final bend— we stood out naked to the end. [Verse 2] You said the rain could rinse the past, but your coat still hangs, untouched, intact. We lit a fire on that high hill, stood still, believed—it burned until the smoke blew out, the frame went cold, too raw a tale for this world to hold. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I know the fever’s gone, no soft sun to lean upon. Cold air cuts—no place to hide. [Chorus] We had sleeveless hearts, didn’t we? Nothing to shield what burned beneath. Just skin and bone in city heat, no cover for the pain we’d bleed. No stitch, no line, no final bend— we stood out naked to the end. [Bridge] I keep picking at the seams we never stitched, just let them bleed. Should’ve worn a thicker skin, should’ve known the wind would win. Truth don’t keep you warm at night— you just brace and take the bite. [Chorus] We had sleeveless hearts, didn’t we? Nothing to shield what burned beneath. Just skin and bone in city heat, no cover for the pain we’d bleed. No stitch, no line, no final bend— we stood out naked to the end. [Outro] Sleeveless hearts… Exposed to light. We stood too close, and lost the fight.
Tags
Alternative rock, indie rolk, indie r&b, indie blues, alternative folk, raw grit male vocals
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
9/25/2025