Seasons of Sound

[Intro] Morning light, curves around your handsome face, Like autumn winds, churning with boundless grace, In complex patterns, through shaken leaves, Oh how your gentle touch still trembles me (ooooh)... [Verse 1] There's a science to the way you move, Like migration paths and shimmering stars, I enjoy charting every phase of you, From the winter's frost to the summer's scars. Dogwood blossoms unfurl with pride, (...that morning) That morning when you smiled at me (you oooh) Yet charts and graphs cannot hide, What my heart, for you, truly believes (aaaah)... [Pre-Chorus] I'm known to be clinical, the way I measure the days, Of still waters refracted, within your gaze, I observe not only by conventional displays, But in your eyes, I see the maze, Of seasons changing phase by phase... [Chorus] I stood like a lighthouse alone on the sea, Then, you became my light, crashing waves eternally, The more I chart your love, the stranger things become, The more I map your heart, the more I find my home, In Seasons of Sound, where dancing echoes remain, In cycles of love, I can't explain (ooooh)... [Verse 2] Across the room, you analyze, The way I catalog the skies, Your fingertips trace the weather maps, While mine count the freckles on your back, July's heat found you distant, cool (aaah), A climate change I couldn't read, (ooooh), While monarchs emerged from their cocoons (whoo ooh), I found your notes observing me... [Pre-Chorus] They think it odd how carefully we trace, The subtle shifts, in nature's silent ways, Not following the crowd's malaise, We thrive in this quiet, we've found our grace, As sunlight glimmers through the haze (ooooh)... [Chorus] My love's become a winding path across the land, No scientific breakthrough will help me understand, The more I track your steps, the deeper falls my heart, The more you study me, the less we stay apart, In Seasons of Sound, where patterns emerge, In cycles of love, we'll forever converge... [Bridge] Brisk dry nights and warm misty days, Wash across your face like waves, What will I explore next in your beautiful eyes? Pure mystery floods, as my barometer chimes, The way you've changed my atmosphere (Mmmm mmm mmm mm)... The way my pressure shifts when you're near... No simple calculation could predict, The way my heart beats quick— for you. [Verse 3] Frosty warnings came as flowers bloomed (oooh), You wrapped them gently, humming that same tune (oooh), Your glasses slipped, as your hands worked fast (oooh), A hypothesis of how they'd last (oooh), "A Scientific detachment," you said, "Was not prepared for what we've found", Then suddenly my data spread, Revealing the truth I'd known all around... [Final Chorus] Our love's a rare phenomenon that science can't explain, A perfect ecosystem formed through sunshine, wind and rain, The more we chart these seasons, the more intricate they appear, The more we map this journey, the more of our path is clear, In Seasons of Sound, where our music shall be made, From whispers and heartbeats that will never fade... [Outro] Tonight beneath our observatory skies, Our kiss forms the beginning of our lives. Some theories need no evidence beyond, The perfect rhythm of what we've become. Some win awards for groundbreaking feats, Others will climb new heights to old peaks. But few, I theorise, will have truly found, Bolder breakthroughs of Love... than our Seasons of Sound (Oooooooh Ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) (Oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh) (Oooooooh Ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) (Oooooooh Ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) (Oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh) [End] Copyright © 2024 by Melody&Grace https://suno.com/@melodyandgrace