✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🦋Lyrics: 🐳BlueWhale ✨ ❄️Music Arrangements: 🐳BlueWhale✨ 🕊️Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta 📘Cover Video: Alleyg8er All Lyrics and Music: Copyright © 2025 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Intro – 0:00–0:30] [Minimal acoustic guitar, slow pulse, soft natural room tone] [Female voice, spoken, very close-mic, fragile] Some days I love without a reason, without asking why. ⸻ [Verse 1 – 0:30–1:20] [Spoken–sung, warm, soft, breathy] Some days I feel myself thinning— as if wings, transparent, were growing beneath the skin. My heart forgets its rhythm. A song I once held upright loses its posture. ⸻ [Verse 2 – 1:20–2:10] [Soft cello enters, low dynamic, slow bowing, natural tone] I remember standing in the wind, imagining the other half of the soul caught in the moon, folded into waves, spoken softly by the stars. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – 2:10–2:40] [Light piano punctuations, no melody, soft fingerstyle guitar] There are moments I smile without knowing why. Moments I ache for almost nothing— ⸻ [Chorus – 2:40–3:20] [More melodic, still restrained, female breathy tone] except a face already fading, a smile I never touched, a warmth that existed only because I dreamed it. ⸻ [Post-Chorus – 3:20–3:50] [Instrumentation thins, voice almost alone] Yes—there is a reason. There is always a reason, hidden between lines, beneath a mask no one wears, inside a sorrow that never learned its name. ⸻ 🎻 [Cello Solo – 3:50–4:20] [Expressive solo cello, realistic bow noise, slow legato lines, subtle vibrato] [No vocals; cello functions as emotional voice] [Tone intimate, human, restrained; not cinematic] ⸻ [Verse 3 – 4:20–5:00] [Guitar returns quietly, voice exposed, soft spoken–sung] Some days I tell myself I know nothing— not the far side of the moon, nor the other shore of the ocean, nor what waits beyond the mountain. And still, my heart runs like a wild horse. I wonder when I lost my elegance. ⸻ [Bridge – 5:00–5:30] [Cello returns softly beneath voice, warm dynamic] There are times I laugh at my own foolishness. Times I insist we are still strangers. And yet— my heart keeps burning, my dreams refuse to cool. ⸻ [Outro – 5:30–6:10] [Only guitar, slowing, natural room tone] [Spoken, soft breath, close-mic] Some nights I simply look up, into Van Gogh’s restless sky, and say nothing more than— hello, I am here. Just this. I am here. [Fade out- instrumental fades into silence] [End]
