I was always alone.
But in the rain, I became my own shadow.

What they say about his song:
"A confession whispered in thunder, where solitude turns into strength."

A silent rain falls as CoCo Mirage stands with closed eyes in the tropical light. His voice carries the longing for closeness, yet it remains unfulfilled—transformed into a melancholic echo. This song is a confession of solitude, an intimate testimony that breathes through the falling drops.
Every chord resounds like a heartbeat, every verse unveils another layer of silence. “I Was Always Alone” is not just a song—it is a state of being, an inner tremor, an unveiled mirror.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mirage – All rights reserved.

I was Always Along (Vers. CoCo)

The lights fall soft on her silvered hair,
A shimmer caught in the midnight air.

Her laughter drifts through the crowded room,
And every note cuts through the gloom.

And though the music pulls her near,
Her eyes find mine — I disappear.

The years between us melt away,
When she looks — when she looks my way.

She’s not the girl I met back then,
She’s more — she’s love, she’s life again.

I sit and watch, a silent prayer,
To keep her dancing, keep her there.

And though she twirls with someone new,
Her heart still whispers, “I see you.”

And in her glance, I see it clear —
The same young love that brought me here.

The night folds close, the lights grow dim,
But her gaze still pulls me back to then.

She turns once more — her eyes, they say,
“I’m yours, always… when I look your way.”


When She Looks My Way

Walking these streets again
Rain on the pavement like sequins
You said you'd meet me here
Where the buses stop and the bars begin

I'm watching reflections blur
In the windows of the late shift workers
They don't see what I see
They don't feel what I feel

I wonder, where did you go?
Under the sodium lights
I wonder, I need to know
Are we just passing through the night?
Are we just passing through?

I left my shift at six
Your lipstick note still in my jacket
Find me where the streets shine
But every corner looks the same now

The chemist's closing down
The takeaway signs reflected upside down
I'm searching for your face
In every stranger's place

I wonder, where did you go?
Under the sodium lights
I wonder, I need to know
Are we just passing through the night?
Are we just passing through?

(You wanted something more)
I wanted something real
(You wanted something else)
I wanted you to feel
(The way the rain falls here)
It washes everything away
(But nothing really changes)
We're still the same

Just passing through the night
I wonder, where did you go?
Under the sodium lights
I wonder, now I know
You were just passing through the night

I wonder if you think of me


I Wonder

[Verse]
A crackle of static, the night hums low,
Streetlights flicker, casting a golden glow.
The city breathes, in a syncopated sigh,
A saxophone wails, under the cobalt sky.

[Chorus]
Electric whispers, they dance in the air,
A spark of rhythm, a pulse to share.
Electric whispers, they know what’s true,
They hum the melody of me and you.

[Verse 2]
The bassline stirs, a heartbeat slow,
Shadows waltz where the cool winds blow.
A cigarette ember, a fleeting spark,
Two silhouettes merging in the dark.

[Prechorus]
Oh, the rhythm, it pulls us near,
A secret language only we hear.

[Chorus]
Electric whispers, they dance in the air,
A spark of rhythm, a pulse to share.
Electric whispers, they know what’s true,
They hum the melody of me and you.

[Bridge]
The vinyl spins, a hypnotic sway,
Echoes of tomorrow meet yesterday.
Each note a thread, weaving us tight,
In the tapestry of the electric night.

Electric Whispers

Elemental Vol. 6 continues the journey begun in Vol. 1, returning to the meeting point of nature and circuitry where country becomes techno and techno becomes country. The project carries forward the Elemental idea — that music, like weather or landscape, isn’t a metaphor but a living force that moves through us.

The sound remains tactile and porous: guitars still breathe, synths still shimmer, but the pulse runs deeper now, steadier, like groundwater finding its course beneath open fields. The arrangements move between organic drift and machine precision — footstep and kick drum, heartbeat and bassline — tracing a quiet dialogue between wilderness and pattern. It’s not fusion so much as coexistence: a music that sounds both handmade and algorithmic, campfire and circuitry, soil and signal.


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THE VOICE

Telling his stories
In books that he’s been writing
But people never read them
They think they are dust

Strumming the guitar
Songs that he’s composing
Streaming recordings, with zero likes

Maybe he’s not doing fine
He feels unreal, he’s getting the idea
He’s a ghost, that no one can find

What’s the meaning of his life
When he’s coming to realize
That his voice is just 
Lost in the crowd

Ruining his vibe
Is believing that his worth
Is depending on 
A stranger’s word

Blinded he won’t notice
That the brightness of the stars
Will not dim
If no one sees them shine


Walking in the forest
Sees a fallen tree
It made no sound
When going down

Comes across a mirror
On a placid lake
Seeing his reflection
He smiles, I guess

Maybe he’s doing fine
He feels unreal, he’s getting the idea
He’s a ghost, that no one should find

What gives meaning to his life
Is his voice can now recite
The words that paint his mind


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