We write the songs…

pop, Soft pop easy listening with warm male vocals over intimate piano and steady, rounded drums, Verses stay close and conversational, brushes on snare and subtle bass, Chorus blooms with stacked harmonies, bell-like keys, and a gentle lift in the drum groove, Bridge adds a brief string pad swell and echoing backing ad-libs, then drops back to voice and piano for the final hook, soft, easy listening, romantic

[Verse 1] We write songs for many reasons Some carry a message Some just ache Some are sparks from someone’s sentence Some arrive right as you’re half-awake You learn fast to flick that light on Grab a pen before it slips away ’Cause if you chase them into dreaming They’re gone by the break of day [Chorus] The true measure of the words Is not the rhyme Not the line that’s clever It’s if it reaches out Past the page Past the singer’s tremor Does it touch the hearts of people Make a stranger say “that’s me” That’s the measure of the words That’s the kind of song I wanna sing [Verse 2] Some lyrics burn like fever Some just stumble Miss the beat Some are simple as a whisper Still they knock you off your feet You can dress them up in meaning You can hide them in a turn of phrase But all I’m really asking Is what you feel when it plays [musical interlude] [Chorus] The true measure of the words Is not the rhyme Not the line that’s clever It’s if it reaches out Past the page Past the singer’s tremor Does it touch the hearts of people Make a stranger say “that’s me” That’s the measure of the words That’s the kind of song I wanna sing It’s the words that last forever In our hearts and in our minds

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