-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STTZ Mentor Mashup Event, Woche 10: Mentoren Nasty und TsaanDra Hyperpop, auch ein Genere von dem ich keine Ahnung habe. Hier mein Versuch. Ich hoffe es kommt dem nah ;) Chorus 2 / Promt 2 Danke euch für die Aufgabe! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] You and I are we, drifting in the darkness, between dream and reality... [Verse 1] The night still holds its quiet breath, a silver edge begins to grow. Thoughts drift softly through the depth between the dark and morning glow. A distant tone in empty space, as if something calls my name. Dawn awakens without a trace, and every step ignites a flame. [Pre-Chorus] Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. [Chorus] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Verse 2] Your voice moves through the quiet haze like drifting mist across my mind. Between the rules and hidden ways a fragile kind of truth I find. Every road without a sign, every clock without a cause. In the echo of your lines time pauses in its silent pause. [Pre-Chorus] Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. [Chorus] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Bridge] Maybe falling is another form of flight, Maybe silence hides a song inside. Maybe every road we lose tonight is just a path the dawn will guide. [Pre-Chorus] Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. [Chorus] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Final] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Outro] Light drips slowly through the morning, and every step begins to rise. Not arriving, still transforming, into something wide as skies.
