
The night grows long it whispers deep
A shadow crawls where silence creeps
Wounds unspoken scars that weep

The moon's a blade it cuts the sky
Stars like tears they never lie
Pain retreats though it asks why

What’s broken can be whole again
What’s shattered learns to bend
Every storm must reach its end



Shadows Will Fall

The clock’s a whisper
The night’s a haze
My eyes are open but lost in a maze
Shadows crawl
They stretch and sway
Are they real
Or just astray

Blurred edges
Lines that fade
Dreams and truth
A masquerade
Am I here or drifting wide
Caught between the worlds
I slide

A hallway stretches
It bends
It breaks
Faces appear
Then they fade
The moon hangs low
The stars don’t shine
This half-lit world
Is it yours or mine

I reach
I pull
But it slips like sand
Am I asleep
Or just in no-man’s land

Blurred edges
Lines that fade
Dreams and truth
A masquerade
Am I here or drifting wide
Caught between the worlds
I slide

A heartbeat echoes
It doubles
It slows
The wind sings secrets only it knows
I touch the air
It turns to glass
Through this fragile moment
I pass

Lyrics by Scott Richardson. Music by Suno.

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Black Leather

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Forge the memory. This is your "Keepsake." 💎 Surrender to the hypnotic 6/8 waltz and bittersweet vocals of "Keepsake" – a cinematic fusion of Afro-House and Nu-Disco about crafting a feeling to last forever. Will you dance it in?

Keepsake

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Sophisti-Pop, Synthpop, Prog-Pop, indie Soul, Alternative

none of this ever really happened (nevermore}

none of this ever really happened (nevermore)

La nuit tombe sur la ville, une aquarelle de néons.
Les rues murmurent ton nom, perdu dans l'horizon.
Ta silhouette danse sous la lune... un mirage si doux.

Le temps s'arrête... suspendu...

Oh, l'écho de ton âme, dans le silence de minuit.
Une symphonie secrète, une infinie mélodie.
Nos regards se croisent, une étincelle, un frisson.
C'est notre constellation, perdue dans la saison.

Je te suis sur les toits, où le vent chante un air ancien.
Chaque souffle est un poème, le lien qui me retient.
Ton parfum dans l'air du soir est l'ancre de mon cœur.

Oh, l'écho de ton âme, dans le silence de minuit.
Une symphonie secrète, une infinie mélodie.
Nos regards se croisent, une étincelle, un frisson.
C'est notre constellation, perdue dans la saison.

Juste cet instant... gravé dans l'éternité... un rêve éveillé.

Notre constellation...
Une infinie mélodie...
...ton écho... dans le silence...

The Frequency of Silence

This track is a dreamlike journey through time, space, and memory — a story of restless souls searching for something elusive, a hidden treasure of meaning or love that always seems just out of reach. The lyrics weave imagery of ancient cities, skies, and chaotic streams, creating a surreal atmosphere where reality and dreams blur together.