Our Feelings

French indie pop / folk influence, acoustic style, Dreamy, emotional atmosphere, 75BPM, Tender, nostalgic, Light breathiness, emotional but understated delivery, Close-mic, soft intimate male vocals

April 23, 2025 at 12:01 AMv4

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
 You walked like wind,
 Through the stones and the pines,
 Your eyes closed tight,
 Like an old rhyme.

I followed your path,
 Where light touched the vines,
 The air whispered
 Nothing for certain.

[Chorus]
 In the silences,
 I see your face glow,
 In the silences,
 I find the hands I hold.

The quiet gestures,
 The stories only we know —
 A breath, a jacket,
 A warmth against the cold.

[Verse 2]
 We danced in the mist,
 With the hills rolling wide,
 Our hair pulled free
 By the wandering tide.

You spoke in glances,
 The sky turned to gold,
 The earth forgot us,
 The hours grew old.

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
 In the silences,
 I see your face glow,
 In the silences,
 I find the hands I hold.

The quiet gestures,
 The stories only we know —
 A breath, a jacket,
 A warmth against the cold.

[Outro]
 In the silences,
 I see your face glow,
 In the silences,
 I find the hands I hold.

The quiet gestures,
 The stories only we know,

In the silences,
 Let our feelings flow.

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1]  You walked like wind,  Through the stones and the pines,  Your eyes closed tight,  Like an old rhyme. I followed your path,  Where light touched the vines,  The air whispered  Nothing for certain. [Chorus]  In the silences,  I see your face glow,  In the silences,  I find the hands I hold. The quiet gestures,  The stories only we know —  A breath, a jacket,  A warmth against the cold. [Verse 2]  We danced in the mist,  With the hills rolling wide,  Our hair pulled free  By the wandering tide. You spoke in glances,  The sky turned to gold,  The earth forgot us,  The hours grew old. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus]  In the silences,  I see your face glow,  In the silences,  I find the hands I hold. The quiet gestures,  The stories only we know —  A breath, a jacket,  A warmth against the cold. [Outro]  In the silences,  I see your face glow,  In the silences,  I find the hands I hold. The quiet gestures,  The stories only we know, In the silences,  Let our feelings flow.