The Whales' sing

Synthwave, emotionnal, female Voice, Synthesizer

April 16, 2025 at 6:46 AMv3.5

Title: "The Whales'  sing"
tempo 65 BPM

(Verse 1)
We are the voices of the endless blue,
Where moonlight fades to timeless hues.
Our songs weave nets of liquid light,
Through currents deep, untouched by time.

(Chorus)
Hear us—we sing of salt and wind,
Of the earth’s own pulse within our skin.
Of forgotten tales no books retain,
Only we remember, deep and pained.

(Verse 2)
Sometimes we whisper of Atlantis lost,
Sleeping where the dark still reigns,
Or of jellyfish like phantom lights,
Dancing where the sea complains.

(Chorus)
Hear us—we sing of salt and wind,
Of the earth’s own pulse within our skin.
Of forgotten tales no books retain,
Only we remember, deep and pained.

(Bridge)
When the ocean breathes, we are its sound,
A choir of longing, vast and unbound.
But sometimes a note drifts into the black—
And the waves grow quieter for what they lack.

(Outro)
Someday, when the tides retreat,
Only echoes will repeat.
But as long as you listen—late though it be—
We are not alone. Sing with me.

Title: "The Whales' sing" tempo 65 BPM (Verse 1) We are the voices of the endless blue, Where moonlight fades to timeless hues. Our songs weave nets of liquid light, Through currents deep, untouched by time. (Chorus) Hear us—we sing of salt and wind, Of the earth’s own pulse within our skin. Of forgotten tales no books retain, Only we remember, deep and pained. (Verse 2) Sometimes we whisper of Atlantis lost, Sleeping where the dark still reigns, Or of jellyfish like phantom lights, Dancing where the sea complains. (Chorus) Hear us—we sing of salt and wind, Of the earth’s own pulse within our skin. Of forgotten tales no books retain, Only we remember, deep and pained. (Bridge) When the ocean breathes, we are its sound, A choir of longing, vast and unbound. But sometimes a note drifts into the black— And the waves grow quieter for what they lack. (Outro) Someday, when the tides retreat, Only echoes will repeat. But as long as you listen—late though it be— We are not alone. Sing with me.