🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 🎸 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the Big German hub for Suno artists.🎺 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ``` 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 © 2026 by Phantommieke Unauthorized use or duplication of these lyrics and music is prohibited 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 Window Gap | Phantommieke 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 [Female Vocal | Intimate | Melancholic | Vocal Style Monotone | Conversational Flow] [Intro | City ambience | Sparse arrangement | Spoken word verse] "Where am I?" ---- "Who am I?" [Verse 1 | Indie rock | Post-punk light | Low energy | Spoken word verse] I woke up inside the window not sure if it was morning or only brighter gray there’s a smear of something sweet by the corner dried amber, maybe soda, maybe beer I keep coming back to it not eating, just looking someone left the window tilted a narrow choice I could step through if I wanted I measure time by footsteps above me---below me a kettle clicks off somewhere unseen [Instrumental | Angular clean guitars | Warm bass | Tight dry drums | Subtle synth pad] [Verse 2 | Spoken word verse] twenty-four hours, they said I don’t know who “they” was maybe just the hum in my body I test the air once hover,--- correcting ---, hover again the draft leans back like a quiet refusal there’s a plant with dust on its leaves I land--- lift---land again I think about staying there as if that were a decision a tram rattles past outside M10, I think I’ve never taken one I picture it anyway, doors opening people looking past each other [Pre-Chorus | Subtle build | Drum groove slightly busier] I hover near the glass body like a question every angle almost, never enough [Chorus | Female Vocal | Vocal Style Melodic | Harmonies on chorus | Intimate | Wry tone] time keeps happening without asking me (but I breathe in, one second at a time) the window stays slightly open for me (and I lean in, then I pull away) I stay a little here in the in-between half a heartbeat from the outside line I get close enough to feel the other side and the almost starts to feel like mine [Instrumental | Light noise textures | Tape-Saturated | Bass-forward] [Verse 3 | Mid energy | Spoken word verse with faint melody] I clean my front legs again and again as if preparation could turn into a plan there’s a glass with a fingerprint ring Club-Mate, gone flat hours ago I lean over the edge and decide not to fall in I rehearse leaving angle, distance, the small courage of crossing but the window gap looks thinner every time I return someone laughs in the hallway keys drop, picked up, dropped again I wait for silence before I move afternoon—or something close— the light shifts just enough to notice I move with it, like it asked me to I think about the outside not what it is only that it isn’t here [Bridge | Art rock | Dynamic build | Subtle synth pad swell] there’s a soft body on the sill another like me, maybe not legs arranged as if mid-thought I stand beside it then I don’t evening arrives without color the room exhales everything grows quieter, more certain I try the gap once more close enough to feel the other side pull back without naming why [Chorus | Female Vocal | Emotional build-up | Vocal Style Melodic | Harmonies on chorus | Double-tracked key lines | Intimate | Wry tone] time keeps happening without asking me (but I breathe in, one second at a time) the window stays slightly open for me (and I lean in, then I pull away) I stay a little here in the in-between half a heartbeat from the outside line I get close enough to feel the other side and the almost starts to feel like mine [Verse 4 | Final verse | Low, thinning energy | Vocal Style Monotone] the kettle clicks again or maybe it’s something ending my legs slow down before I notice the hum thins, like a thread pulled loose I am on the window still not outside, not anywhere else just here, where I kept almost going the light leaves I don’t follow it I had a day I kept it unused in front of me like a door I didn’t touch and then nothing asks me anymore and I don’t answer [Outro | Breakdown | Minimal guitars | Bass and soft noise | Silence at tail] "city fades to a line of lights" "the window stays almost open" [End]
