In the still of the night, where the shadows play,
A soft crackle follows, like the end of a day.
Echoes of laughter fill the room,
As the atmosphere thickens, wrapped in the gloom.
Dust motes dance in the glow of the light,
Lost in the waves of sound, we take flight.
Layers of whispers, secrets untold,
In the depth of our minds, stories unfold.
Fingers trace the edges of memories gone,
Each note a reminder, each beat a new dawn.
Through the crackling whispers, we find our way,
In this lofi moment, the world fades away.
As vinyl spins tales of love and despair,
We weave through the silence, a gentle repair.
With every rotation, we dive into dreams,
Sinking in echoes, unraveling seams.
The atmosphere wraps us in a warm embrace,
Time drifts softly, we find our own pace.
Moments collide, and we're lost but we're home,
In the rhythm of life, together we roam.
So let the record turn, let the night hold tight,
In the depth of our laughter, we reclaim the light.
For every crackle plays a song from our hearts,
With echoes of love as the music imparts.
As the final note fades, and the silence returns,
We'll carry these memories, the fire still burns.
In the warmth of the vinyl, where our dreams intertwine,
We’ll cherish the echoes, until the end of time.
Lofi
Vinyl, Crackle, Echoes, Atmosphere, Depth