🎶 Between the Lines of the Night

alternative rock, atmospheric pop-rock, alt-pop

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(Verse 1)
The city sleeps, but in me an echo is waking,
An old song I can’t shake, not even softly.
Every choice, a stone I cast into the tableau,
Watching the ripples they made on my silent journey.
I searched in the lights that were blindingly high,
For the root note in me that lasts forever.
Was I real, or just a role, a clear design,
Falling into the deep, shimmering in a thousand colours?
(Chorus)
And I breathe in, holding fast what still burns today.
A golden spark in the ashes of Yesterday.
When the fear whispers who you truly are and who is known,
I lift my gaze – the sky gets brighter, without chains.
Between the lines of the night, that is where hope will rise,
A lighthouse light shows the new course ahead.
(Verse 2)
There were walls made of pride, built up in a hurry,
To hide the child that still laughs and cries inside.
I’ve learned that true strength often just needs a while
To show the cracks where no light can still hide.
The old skin is too tight, it strains and it presses,
I don't want to only understand pain as fuel anymore.
Sometimes you have to lose to see where you must return,
To yourself, before the last of the stars descends.
(Chorus)
And I breathe in, holding fast what still burns today.
A golden spark in the ashes of Yesterday.
When the fear whispers who you truly are and who is known,
I lift my gaze – the sky gets brighter, without chains.
Between the lines of the night, that is where hope will rise,
A lighthouse light shows the new course ahead.
(Bridge)
The piano plays just four chords now, so soft and pure.
A pattern of return that never quite fades.
I leave the darkness where it wants to be, I just want to be free,
Because the melody of the future now flows into me.
Oh-oh-oh, this is my new Now.
(Chorus)
And I breathe in, holding fast what still burns today.
A golden spark in the ashes of Yesterday.
When the fear whispers who you truly are and who is known,
I lift my gaze – the sky gets brighter, without chains.
Between the lines of the night, that is where hope will rise,
A lighthouse light shows the new course ahead.
(Outro)
The new course... yes, the new course.
(Piano and E-guitar delay slowly fade out.)

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(Verse 1) The city sleeps, but in me an echo is waking, An old song I can’t shake, not even softly. Every choice, a stone I cast into the tableau, Watching the ripples they made on my silent journey. I searched in the lights that were blindingly high, For the root note in me that lasts forever. Was I real, or just a role, a clear design, Falling into the deep, shimmering in a thousand colours? (Chorus) And I breathe in, holding fast what still burns today. A golden spark in the ashes of Yesterday. When the fear whispers who you truly are and who is known, I lift my gaze – the sky gets brighter, without chains. Between the lines of the night, that is where hope will rise, A lighthouse light shows the new course ahead. (Verse 2) There were walls made of pride, built up in a hurry, To hide the child that still laughs and cries inside. I’ve learned that true strength often just needs a while To show the cracks where no light can still hide. The old skin is too tight, it strains and it presses, I don't want to only understand pain as fuel anymore. Sometimes you have to lose to see where you must return, To yourself, before the last of the stars descends. (Chorus) And I breathe in, holding fast what still burns today. A golden spark in the ashes of Yesterday. When the fear whispers who you truly are and who is known, I lift my gaze – the sky gets brighter, without chains. Between the lines of the night, that is where hope will rise, A lighthouse light shows the new course ahead. (Bridge) The piano plays just four chords now, so soft and pure. A pattern of return that never quite fades. I leave the darkness where it wants to be, I just want to be free, Because the melody of the future now flows into me. Oh-oh-oh, this is my new Now. (Chorus) And I breathe in, holding fast what still burns today. A golden spark in the ashes of Yesterday. When the fear whispers who you truly are and who is known, I lift my gaze – the sky gets brighter, without chains. Between the lines of the night, that is where hope will rise, A lighthouse light shows the new course ahead. (Outro) The new course... yes, the new course. (Piano and E-guitar delay slowly fade out.)

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