Name: Between the Edge and the Echo by Midnight Alchemist
Duration: 4 min 40 s
Description: Have you been here before? Walking the In-Between.

Have you been here before? Walking the In-Between.

Between the Edge and the Echo

Faded Polaroids

Verse 1
Leaves are turning.
Sidewalk cracks.
Your coat still hangs.
I don’t reach back.

Verse 2
Radiator hums.
The glass is cold.
Your name is etched.
The ink grows old.

Pre-Chorus
The city rusts
in copper light.
I lose my color,
fade from sight.

Chorus
Faded Polaroids
on the kitchen floor.
Edges curling—
they don’t hold us anymore.


Fall is coming,
colder every night.
I keep the ghosts,
but I can’t make it right.

Pre-Chorus
The city rusts
in copper light.
I lose my color,
fade from sight.

Chorus
Faded Polaroids
on the kitchen floor.
Edges curling—
they don’t hold us anymore.

Nights grow longer,
days grow thin.
I keep your picture,
light wears dim.

Pre-Chorus
The city rusts
in copper light.
I lose my color,
fade from sight.

Chorus
Faded Polaroids
on the kitchen floor.
Edges curling—
they don’t hold us anymore.


Faded Polaroids

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sour cherry 2

Lyrics:

I dream again, I think of you,
I want you near — I want it true.
I fail once more, I draw a breath,
the air you left still tastes like death.

I feel you rise inside of me,
a shadow that won’t let me be.

Where am I? I miss my liberty,
Where am I? Lost in this maze of me.
I want your care but it’s never enough,
an empty space, a spark that’s losing love.
Where am I?

I sin again, I bow and pray,
no god arrives to guide my way.
I love you now, I hate you, too,
a poison looping in my view.

I feel you rise inside of me,
I want to let you finally be.

Where am I? I miss my liberty,
Where am I? Lost in this maze of me.
I want your care but it’s never enough,
an empty space, a spark that’s losing love.
Where am I?

Where am I? I miss my liberty,
Where am I? Lost in this maze of me.
I want your care but it’s never enough,
an empty space, a spark that’s going out —
Where am I?

(Where am I…)

Where am I?

I have not so much to say more then Thank you for listen 🙏🌞🎶🎵

The Breath Between Worlds

“Forever in Waiting” is a tender and dreamy ballad that captures the timeless ache of longing for love to return home. With gentle melodies and soulful lyrics, it paints a picture of devotion beneath starlit skies — a song for hearts that know the beauty and the pain of waiting for someone they love.

Forever in waiting

(Verse 1)

There’s a sadness with no meaning,
No reason I can name.
There’s an emptiness that waits for fill,
For more words and phrases to tame.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

(Verse 2)
I don't know who I am fooling,
I’m not being lazy, not sighing or deep—
I’m not sure that what I am writing
Is something that I want to keep.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase, a part of speech.

(Verse 3)
Should I want someone to see?
Do they want to see more of me?
This stillness wraps too tight for me—
It’s strangling the voice I used to be.

(Bridge)
I am falling, and I’m not fine.
Just slipping past the warning signs.
Not hurt enough to call it sprained—
And too much numb to feel the pain.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

Is it in my head or under my nose?
I need to think, try to compose.
I'll land a worded beauty—
And write the perfect prose.

There’s still so much waiting to be exposed.

***** Description *****

Blank Paper is a quiet confession, sung in a voice that is warm, weary, and searching. It drifts like smoke around the edges of thought, capturing the ache of a writer staring into silence, waiting for words that refuse to arrive. The verses move with gentle honesty, admitting doubt, fatigue, and the stranglehold of stillness, while the chorus holds onto a fragile hope—that perhaps tomorrow, inspiration will return.

Musically, it belongs to the intimate world of a Norah Jones–style ballad—soft, close, unadorned, the kind of song that feels like it’s being whispered across a kitchen table at midnight. There’s no grand flourish, only the tender persistence of someone who has carried words their whole life, now wrestling with their absence.

The cover reflects this essence: a wavering, glowing page, out of focus, not yet written on—symbolizing both the emptiness and the potential.

At its heart, Blank Paper is less about despair than about vulnerability. It is the sound of being suspended between silence and expression, knowing that even the struggle to write is its own kind of truth.

Blank Paper

A soft piano opens, weaving delicate melodies that evoke vulnerability. Gradually, drums and soaring synths join, creating an uplifting anthem

I ve heard your dreams

Roots and Roses

Silent Footsteps
[Verse]
Footprints fade in morning light
Softly lost beneath the white
Every step a fleeting song
Whispered where the dreams belong

[Chorus]
Silent footprints
Time will keep
Echoes hidden
Buried deep
In the snow where shadows fall
They were never here at all

[Verse 2]
The frost remembers every name
Etched in whispers
Never claimed
A breath of warmth
A trace of fire
Gone before the heart aspires

[Chorus]
Silent footprints
Time will keep
Echoes hidden
Buried deep
In the snow where shadows fall
They were never here at all

[Bridge]
The world forgets
But I hold tight
The fleeting steps
The stolen light
Every moment fades away
But I can hear the footprints stay

[Chorus]
Silent footprints
Time will keep
Echoes hidden
Buried deep
In the snow where shadows fall
They were never here at all

Silent Footprints

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Between the Edge and the Echo

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