LYRICS :

It pulls, it flows
It moves, it grows

Lines unfold in shaded streams,
A quiet pulse that fuels the dream.
No signs, no walls, no fixed design,
A rhythm speaks where words resign.

Circuits hum, a shift begins,
Threads unwind, drawn from within.
Stillness bends, the current sways,
A lucid drift through endless haze.

Hold the sound, let it steer,
Each tone shapes what we hear.
Between the pulse, a fleeting trace,
Weightless steps in measured space.

It pulls, it flows
It moves, it grows

Patterns stretch and redefine,
A quiet merge of yours and mine.
Through shifting tones, we intertwine,
A fleeting now, unmarked by time.

Move through
A field unseen.
Each sound
A painted scene.
Breath held
A distant tide.
Pulse felt
And we collide.

It hums, it bends
It calls, transcends

Hold the sound, let it steer,
Each tone shapes what we hear.
Between the pulse, a fleeting trace,
Weightless steps in measured space.

It pulls, it flows
It moves, it grows
Slow dissolve into the glow…

Lucid current

Lucid Current

🎧 REWIND // REMIND
A quiet ode to the moments we wish we could hold a little longer.
Worn-out chords, soft tape hiss, and echoing vocals drift like pages from an old diary — faded, but never forgotten.
It’s the sound of a memory pressing play, of love not lost but changed.
A little sadness, a little warmth — like sunlight through a dusty window.

Sometimes, what’s gone isn’t really gone.
⏪ It just plays in a different way.

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