Stag in My Chest

Warm indie-folk with male vocals, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft pulsing synth pads, Verse sits intimate and close-mic’d; chorus opens with wider harmonies, bigger strums, and a subtle synth lead doubling the hook, Light percussion and bass drift in on the second chorus, keeping it spacious and grounded, with a gentle ambient outro for reflection, male vocals, natural, world

[Verse 1] Morning breath on the window glass Coffee steam But my thoughts move slow Boots by the door Like they already know There’s a pull in the ribs Quiet Like antlers brushing through a quiet mind Your name on the wind But it’s really mine [Chorus] There’s a stag in my chest Standing tall Branching bones breaking through this old wall Every step I take I feel the earth confess I’m not lost I’m blessed With a stag in my chest [Verse 2] Phone face-down on the table Keys caught under a pile of plans I walk past the noise Out where the gravel meets my hands [low vocal register] Bare feet in the cold brown ground Heartbeats matching some ancient drum I listen for God In the buzz of a lazy sun [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Breathe in the pine Breathe out the doubt Let the wild in Let the worn parts out I was never meant to beg for space I’m roots I’m rain I’m running grace [guitar solo] [Chorus]

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