The needle glides, we’re drifting slow,
In the crackle of the warmth, that soft glow,
Echoes whisper tales in twilight's breath,
Depth of silence, dancing with the rest.
The world’s a canvas, painted with sound,
Fading memories where lost dreams are found,
Notes cascade like autumn leaves in flight,
Layered rhythms build our shared delight.
Atmosphere thick with every hit and pause,
In our secret space, breaking all the laws,
Crimson light filters through a dreamer's haze,
We lose ourselves in those familiar ways.
Each heartbeat syncs with the vinyl's spin,
A tender journey where we both begin,
The echo lingers, like shadows on the floor,
Reminding us of moments we can’t ignore.
In this fleeting world where time feels still,
With every crackle, we succumb to the thrill,
Voices blend as twilight wraps us tight,
In the calm of night, everything feels right.
So let’s hold on to every whispered tune,
Beneath the gaze of a silvered moon,
As the record plays our stories into light,
We find our peace in this endless flight.
When the final note fades into the dawn,
We’ll cherish these moments, forever drawn,
For in every echo and every sigh,
Our hearts remain where the vinyl lies.
Lofi
Vinyl, Crackle, Echoes, Depth, Atmosphere