Notes On Blindness

indie folk rock, uplifting harmonious male female vocals, fingerpicked jangly acoustic guitar start, gentle build to fuller choruses, bittersweet nostalgic mood, light brushed percussion, subtle atmospheric synth washes, group vocal harmonies, mid-tempo indie pop folk, intimate to anthemic progression, warm emotional indie sound, soft reverb, hopeful yet longing tone

[Verse 1] Holiday air, pine and warmth Voices drift like gentle waves Talking low about a world That only lives when it makes sound Rain on glass, steps in snow Nothing's there until it speaks Silence hides the room away Until a breath brings it back [Chorus] Wait for the sound to make it real A touch, a voice, a shifting near Beauty in the energy In the presence we can feel [Verse 2] I heard my story in your words Stepped in close without a sound Still see soft glowing orbs No edges in the dark around Parties pass, faces fade Unless someone calls my name [Chorus] Wait for the sound to make it real A touch, a voice, a shifting near Letting go of what was seen Finding sky in wind and rain [Outro] Nothing's there until it sings But presence always remains In the quiet space between What the eyes can't explain

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