Lauren Lewis opens her soul on Heart on Repeat — a collection of raw, emotional pop anthems about love, loss, and finding yourself again. Each track beats with honesty, warmth, and unforgettable hooks that linger long after the last note. This is vulnerability turned into power — her heart, on repeat. ❤️

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I Give in to Sin

We're Watching the World Pass Us By


We danced like summer moths around the flame
Knowing that the season couldn't stay
Your skin was warm as August afternoon
But August always fades to grey
The peaches on the tree were good to eat
Time was ripening everything we'd grown
And somewhere in the sweetness was the taste
Of fruit that's perfect right before it's gone

Old father time doesn't care about our plans
The hourglass won't pause because we ask
Death’s the shadow that we cast
When we’re standing in the sun

The river knew secrets that we didn't know
About the way that everything must end
We swam in water that would soon run cold
But cold was no stranger but a friend
You wore your youth like petals in your hair
I watched them fall and didn't say a word
We both knew what the falling meant
But knowing won't stop what will occur

Love blooms brightest when it knows
That winter's waiting down below
We held each other in the golden light
Like flowers opening before the frost
Summer moths, we burned so bright
Because we know that one day, we are lost


They say that love defeats the grave
But that's not quite the truth I've found
Love and death are dancing partners
Spinning slowly round and round
Without the autumn coming close behind
Would summer feel this alive
We're beautiful exactly because
We know our love will not survive

Old father time doesn't care about our plans
The hourglass won't pause because we ask
Death’s the shadow that we cast
When we’re standing in the sun

Love blooms brightest when it knows
That winter's waiting down below
We held each other in the golden light
Like flowers opening before the frost
Summer moths, we burned so bright
Because we know that one day, we are lost

The moths are circling...
The season's turning...
We're still burning...
While we can...

Summer Moths

If I lose myself

Not Your Spare Wheel is a liberating track that starts with catchy pop vibes and explodes into high-energy rock. A rebellious anthem for anyone ready to break free and reclaim their power.

Not Your Spare Wheel

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chillwave, Shoegaze, Bedroom Pop, Post-Rock, Art Rock, Alternative

almost buffalo (feat. Justine Peel)

SNAKE


Busy old sun, breaking through my blinds
Why do you insist on waking us this time?
Do lovers have to live by your command?
Must we rise and fall by your hand?

Go bother schoolkids dragging to their desks
Go wake the workers grinding through their shifts
Go tell the bosses that the day begins
But leave us here in darkness skin on skin

Love doesn't answer to the clock
Love doesn't care about your time
We make our own hours within these bounds
So busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun…
Busy old sun…

You predictable fool with your reliable rise
Your punctual arc across the skies
We don't need your light to know what's real
We' make our own heat the better to feel

So go chase the farmers to their fields
Go hurry merchants through their deals
Go rule the world that lives by your design
But you've got no power in this space of mine

Love doesn't answer to the clock
Love doesn't care about your time
We make our own hours within these bounds
So busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun…
Busy old sun

Busy Old Sun

The Tears We Cry is a cinematic pop song about love that lingers after loss. Set against a vast, atmospheric soundscape, the track captures the quiet moments where memory, grief, and hope exist at the same time.

It’s about standing at the edge of what was, chasing echoes that refuse to fade, and realizing that tears aren’t just pain—they’re proof of connection. Even when voices break and silence takes over, love still burns beneath it all.

A song for late nights, open skies, and the feelings you don’t know how to say out loud.

🎧 Headphones recommended.

The Tears We Cry

December and almost fine

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Indie Prog,  Indie Rock, Alternative

the rectangle moment

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Jangle Pop, Art Pop, Art Rock, Alternative

salvation army

There is no if nor how, there is only now

the rectangle moment

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