Can't Keep Waiting (happy hardcore (Female))

happyhardcore, rave, melodic, highpitch vocal, melodic vocal choppings

[Intro — instrumental]
[impressionist guitar figures, airy reverb, soft leaf rustle]

[Verse 1]
Summer folded up like an unpaid note,
Left its color on the sill of my throat.
I trace the footprints that go round and round,
Paws press the echo into cold, thin ground.
Since the first small frost the hours ate my name,
I keep the empty pocket of a flame.

[Pre-Chorus]
Glass on the window, a shuttered mouth of sky,
Wind combs the hours until the truths run dry.
I learned to measure loss in quiet things,
In how the waiting hammers with its wings.

[Chorus]
I can’t keep waiting, oh — I can’t keep waiting (oh)
Give me a reason, give me a ragged dawn (oh)
I staked my small forever on a thin, bright seam (oh)
Vows turn to shutters, closed on every dream (oh)
Empty the pockets, empty the clocks — we wilt (oh)

[Instrumental — guitar interlude]
[8–12 bars: harp-like arpeggio, low pad, distant field hiss]

[Verse 2]
Streetlamps lean heavier in the new cold dawn,
Shop windows keep breath like prayers withdrawn.
I wore your maybe like a coat that never fit,
Now sleeves are hollow; clasped hands don’t commit.
I circle the same corner, circle small and slow,
The map keeps folding where I thought I’d go.

[Pre-Chorus]
A clock keeps whispering the wage of patient men,
I barter with the memory of what might have been.
Silence is a ledger where the debts are named,
I owe the missing hours to a word unclaimed.

[Bridge — intimate, collapsing textures]
Let the pages know the folds where I have grieved,
Let the streets keep the footprints that my sorrow weaved.
If hope is a window, someone nailed it down,
If hope is a river, someone turned it round.
I hold the ember — small — against my palm,
It trembles like a promise, frail and calm.

[Chorus — final, layered harmonies / fade]
I can’t keep waiting, oh — I can’t keep waiting (oh)
Give me a reason, give me a ragged dawn (oh)
I staked my small forever on a thin, bright seam (oh)
Vows turn to shutters, closed on every dream (oh)
Empty the pockets, empty the clocks — we wilt (oh)
Under the leaves the last of patience slips (oh)
Please don’t ask me to stay — please don’t make me sit (oh)

[Outro — instrumental]
(guitar & field sound fade; last “oh” whispered into long reverb)

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[Intro — instrumental] [impressionist guitar figures, airy reverb, soft leaf rustle] [Verse 1] Summer folded up like an unpaid note, Left its color on the sill of my throat. I trace the footprints that go round and round, Paws press the echo into cold, thin ground. Since the first small frost the hours ate my name, I keep the empty pocket of a flame. [Pre-Chorus] Glass on the window, a shuttered mouth of sky, Wind combs the hours until the truths run dry. I learned to measure loss in quiet things, In how the waiting hammers with its wings. [Chorus] I can’t keep waiting, oh — I can’t keep waiting (oh) Give me a reason, give me a ragged dawn (oh) I staked my small forever on a thin, bright seam (oh) Vows turn to shutters, closed on every dream (oh) Empty the pockets, empty the clocks — we wilt (oh) [Instrumental — guitar interlude] [8–12 bars: harp-like arpeggio, low pad, distant field hiss] [Verse 2] Streetlamps lean heavier in the new cold dawn, Shop windows keep breath like prayers withdrawn. I wore your maybe like a coat that never fit, Now sleeves are hollow; clasped hands don’t commit. I circle the same corner, circle small and slow, The map keeps folding where I thought I’d go. [Pre-Chorus] A clock keeps whispering the wage of patient men, I barter with the memory of what might have been. Silence is a ledger where the debts are named, I owe the missing hours to a word unclaimed. [Chorus] I can’t keep waiting, oh — I can’t keep waiting (oh) Give me a reason, give me a ragged dawn (oh) I staked my small forever on a thin, bright seam (oh) Vows turn to shutters, closed on every dream (oh) Empty the pockets, empty the clocks — we wilt (oh) [Bridge — intimate, collapsing textures] Let the pages know the folds where I have grieved, Let the streets keep the footprints that my sorrow weaved. If hope is a window, someone nailed it down, If hope is a river, someone turned it round. I hold the ember — small — against my palm, It trembles like a promise, frail and calm. [Chorus — final, layered harmonies / fade] I can’t keep waiting, oh — I can’t keep waiting (oh) Give me a reason, give me a ragged dawn (oh) I staked my small forever on a thin, bright seam (oh) Vows turn to shutters, closed on every dream (oh) Empty the pockets, empty the clocks — we wilt (oh) Under the leaves the last of patience slips (oh) Please don’t ask me to stay — please don’t make me sit (oh) [Outro — instrumental] (guitar & field sound fade; last “oh” whispered into long reverb)

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