"Faded Passion Thought" takes listeners through the lingering echoes of past love, capturing the bittersweet journey as passion fades into memory. Each track reflects the beauty and pain of holding on while letting go, inviting listeners into moments where love remains, not as vivid but not yet forgotten.

FADED PASSION THOUGHT

Krizonaux - OmO

"Stolen Echoes” is about voices that once filled your world—now reduced to echoes lost in time. It’s the sound of trying to remember someone’s laugh, someone’s warmth, and realizing it’s slipping through your fingers. A melancholic hymn for unspoken closure and all the things that linger longer than they should.

Stolen Echoes – Where Her Voice Once Lingered

She walked in like a Netflix plot I didn’t choose
Said, “I like your shirt… somehow” — I felt confused
We ordered drinks, she giggled, then confessed to me
“I think you’re cute… somehow, we’ll see”

Her eyes were deep, her words were shallow
A fog of maybes in a field of fallow
I reached for hope, she reached for doubt
Said, “We’ll figure things out… somehow”

Somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow!
Stop this word or I go insane right now!
It’s a verbal fog, a linguistic trap
I’m clinging to meaning in a syntax gap
Somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow!
Every sentence is a vow — that disavows

She said, “Let’s take it slow… somehow” — what does that mean?
Like ice that burns or love that's clean?
We walked the park, I touched her hand
She smiled and said, “This might be grand… somehow”

Maybe it’s trauma, maybe it’s style
Maybe she's just been gaslighting herself a while
I want a yes, she gives a shrug
A paradox in a human hug

Somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow!
Stop this word or I go insane right now!
I need direction, not a misty vow
Are we in love or roommates on trial?
Somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow, somehow!
Say what you mean — or let me disavow

She said: “That was a nice night… somehow”
I ran. Fast. With purpose.
No ‘somehow’ about it.

Somehow

Late on the clock, in a town with no name,
Wandered the streets, in the soft golden flame,
Empty cafés, hollow and wide,
Found me a glass-front seat by the side.
Shoes full of dust, heart full of air,
No weight of the world, no dreams to declare,
Just sitting here still, letting life flow,
Watching the pavement, letting it go.

Receive it, look at it, cut a piece out of it, and dig it in,
Beef steak chill, balance within.
Receive it, look at it, cut a piece out of it, and dig it in,
Beef steak chill, balance within.

Small is the plate, but my thanks overflow,
Fries in a scatter, and time running slow,
The weight of the morning fades into peace,
The hunger inside me at last finds release.
The glass paints the world in a shimmering hue,
The column stands dreaming in skies washed with blue,
No plans in my pocket, no songs in my head,
Only the rhythm of now being fed.

Receive it, look at it, cut a piece out of it, and dig it in,
Beef steak chill, balance within.
Receive it, look at it, cut a piece out of it, and dig it in,
Beef steak chill, balance within.

Mmm... balance in the afternoon light,
Steak on my plate, spirit in flight...
Mmm... balance in the afternoon light,
Steak on my plate, spirit in flight...

Biograf

Last week, it hurt, it tore,
Now it don’t matter no more,
One month, one year, it's gone,
Waves took the pain, rolled on.
I’m standing barefoot in the sand,
Watchin’ the ships leave the land.

Everything fades in the tide,
No need to fight, no need to cry,
What breaks today, tomorrow flies,
Far away into the sky.

Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day,
Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day. 🎶

Used to burn, used to sting,
Now it’s just a distant thing,
Used to scream inside my soul,
Now it’s quiet, now it’s whole.
Ship’s a shadow on the blue,
Outta sight, outta view.

Everything fades in the tide,
No need to fight, no need to cry,
What breaks today, tomorrow flies,
Far away into the sky.

Ships sail, ships go,
Tiny lights on the ocean glow,
I wave goodbye, I let them know,
No need to stay, just let it flow.

Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day,
Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day. 🎶

Fade Away (Tropical House Version)

🎧 Another Sunday Morning (Slow Version)
Genre: Downtempo × Lo-Fi House × Ambient Pop
Mood: Soft • Reflective • Warm • Bittersweet
Vocal: Gentle, processed, vocoder-wrapped
Tempo: Slow & steady — like time stretching with the light

☕✨ Peaceful mornings aren't always peaceful inside.

This is the slow-blooming version of "Another Sunday Morning" —
a quiet, melancholy meditation on comfort, stillness, and the strange emptiness that sometimes follows everything going right.

Lo-fi pads, filtered textures, soft delay, and a warm vocal flow melt together like sunlight on a cool kitchen floor. A track for open windows, barefoot walks, and tea that never finishes.

🕊️ For listeners who love:
– Bonobo in slow motion
– Robotic lullabies for grown-ups
– The sound of thoughts wrapped in synth

🎶 Hook:
Another… Sunday… Morning…
(looped, gentle, just a little too quiet to ignore)

Lyrics:

The light slips in through cotton glass,
A hush wrapped in a golden pass.
The birds repeat their woven tune,
But I still float in yesterday’s room.

No worries knocking at my door,
No flames, no noise, no need for more.
I asked the stars to make me whole —
But woke up feeling almost full.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
Nothing feels too heavy,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The silence isn’t empty,
But something feels like stalling —
I breathe, I wait, I wonder —
Another Sunday morning.

The table hums in lemon light,
My mirror blinks — it slept all night.
The house behaves, the breeze is mild,
But something deep remains exiled.

The air is soft, the stillness sweet,
But there's a rhythm I don’t meet.
Like joy was meant to knock today —
But turned around and lost its way.

Maybe peace just means no sound,
But silence isn’t solid ground.
Maybe joy won’t shout or sing —
It just forgets its offering.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
No storm, no crash, no answer,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The sky is clear with waiting,
The heart is still exploring —
I smile into the silence —
Another Sunday morning.

Another… Sunday… Morning…
Another… another… Sunday… Morning…

Another Sunday Morning (Slow Version)

🎶 Bianca 🎻 She said she didn't have time. 🕒 But time is relative — especially when you're building beats. 🧠 I was honest. Maybe too honest. 👁️‍🗨️ Told her I see things others don’t. 🎻 But hey — I hear violins where there are none.

🎛️ Bianca, you’re now a loop. A sample. A chapter in my tape. 🎤 You didn’t want an artist’s life? ➡️ Well, now you’ve got an artist’s song.

✨ Simple, absurd, and kind of beautiful.

Bianca

The light side of DelphiumX 
soundcloud.com/delphiumX

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