as time goes by

quick-paced Alt-pop indie-folk, airy dreamy female vocals, sweet and sugary delivery with soft spoken-word sections, Gentle plucked guitar, spacey synth pads, heartbeat percussion, ticking clock motif throughout, Light wind instruments (flute, clarinet) add texture, violin swells in chorus for emotional weight, Instrumental breaks feature plucked guitar, flute, and violin interplay, Song builds gradually with layered instrumentation, then fades with a ticking clock that stops abruptly before the final whispered line, Melancholy yet hopeful, blending science-poetic narration with emotional reflection

Our life begins with a cry—
first breath, first light.
Seconds mean nothing to the newborn.
Only warmth, only hunger, only love.

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Childhood summers stretch across the open fields,
days spill wide and endless.
We count stars, not hours,
and wish the weekends would come faster—
to play, to grow, to change.

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Time runs fast when we laugh, slow when we cry.
Moments collapse, Years flicker by.
We measure the passing of days
in pain and delight—
not the ticking of time.

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Love bends the minutes, a kiss makes the evening a blur.
But heartbreak drags the hours, like an orbit that never ends.
We beg for Monday to vanish, for Friday to come quick.
We live for the weekend, and curse when it ends.

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Einstein said time bends with gravity.
But maybe it bends with memories,
with longing, with fear.
Our clocks don’t run straight—
they curve
around what we love, and what we lose.

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Time runs fast when we laugh, slow when we cry.
Moments collapse, Years flicker by.
We measure the passing of days
in pain and delight—
not the ticking of time.

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Now I watch children grow, their seconds speeding by.
I try to hold them tight, but the years slip past.
I used to pray for days to vanish,
now I pray they’ll stretch.
I silently beg the waning light,
to keep each passing day.

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Time runs fast when we laugh, slow when we grieve.
Love is the tether, the web we weave.
forever’s not years, just a glance—
a lifetime contained, in love's romance.

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And when the last second ticks by,
I’ll know—
I did not measure life by the ticking of time.
But by how I loved and was loved.

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╭────────────────────────────────.★..─╮ as time goes by Song by ꌗꉣꀤꀘꍟꌩ Lyrics and arrangement by ꌗꉣꀤꀘꍟꌩ Copyright © 2025 ꌗꉣꀤꀘꍟꌩ www.suno.com/@spikey76 ╰─..★.────────────────────────────────╯ Our life begins with a cry— first breath, first light. Seconds mean nothing to the newborn. Only warmth, only hunger, only love. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Childhood summers stretch across the open fields, days spill wide and endless. We count stars, not hours, and wish the weekends would come faster— to play, to grow, to change. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Time runs fast when we laugh, slow when we cry. Moments collapse, Years flicker by. We measure the passing of days in pain and delight— not the ticking of time. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Love bends the minutes, a kiss makes the evening a blur. But heartbreak drags the hours, like an orbit that never ends. We beg for Monday to vanish, for Friday to come quick. We live for the weekend, and curse when it ends. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Einstein said time bends with gravity. But maybe it bends with memories, with longing, with fear. Our clocks don’t run straight— they curve around what we love, and what we lose. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Time runs fast when we laugh, slow when we cry. Moments collapse, Years flicker by. We measure the passing of days in pain and delight— not the ticking of time. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Now I watch children grow, their seconds speeding by. I try to hold them tight, but the years slip past. I used to pray for days to vanish, now I pray they’ll stretch. I silently beg the waning light, to keep each passing day. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Time runs fast when we laugh, slow when we grieve. Love is the tether, the web we weave. forever’s not years, just a glance— a lifetime contained, in love's romance. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ And when the last second ticks by, I’ll know— I did not measure life by the ticking of time. But by how I loved and was loved. ─────────────────────────────────.★..─ Copyright © 2025 ꌗꉣꀤꀘꍟꌩ

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