In the echoes of a broken radio,
As the ambient warmth begins to flow,
Gentle crackles whisper soft and low,
Tracing shadows where the dreams don’t go.
Raindrops falling on my rainy window,
Painting pictures of a world I used to know,
Hollow chords play in the night’s embrace,
In this quiet comfort, we find our space.
Lo-fi soul, it drifts through the air,
Every note a memory, everywhere,
From the faded tunes, our stories blend,
In the harmony of moments that won’t end.
Time slips slow, like clouds in the haze,
Wrapped in melodies, we dance through the days,
Underneath the murmur of the rain,
A symphony of solace, washing away pain.
When the morning light tries to break through,
I’ll hold on to these fragments of me and you,
In the echoes of a broken radio,
We’ll find our hearts where all the love will grow.
So let the layers mix in the calm delight,
In every broken note, we find our flight,
Together in silence, where dreams align,
In the quiet comfort, you’ll forever be mine.
And as the last song fades into the night,
We’ll carry these echoes, holding on tight.
Lofi
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