Just me
70s production, Lindisfarne sound, fiddle middle eight, Folk Rock, very melodic, jangly acoustic guitars, British male singer
3 hours agoAria s1
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The sun dips low, the room grows still,
A radiator creaks soft beneath the windowsill.
Dusty records spin a worn-out tune,
My shadow dances with the rising moon.
[Chorus]
Oh, the hours crawl like whispers through the night,
A lonesome melody in fading twilight’s light.
The fridge it hums but it sounds tuneless to me,
Just me and echoes of what used to be.
[Middle Eight]
Fiddle solo weaves through empty air,
A bittersweet refrain, a breath of somewhere.
The strings cry high, the bow sighs low,
A fleeting warmth in the ember’s glow.
[Verse 2]
The clock’s hands cling to yesterday’s refrain,
I trace the cracks where laughter should remain.
The phone stays still, the walls don’t mind,
Another night I’ll leave the past behind.
[Chorus]
Oh, the hours crawl like whispers through the night,
A lonesome melody in fading twilight’s light.
The fridge it hums but it sounds tuneless to me,
Just me and echoes of what used to be.
[Outro]