This is just one of dozens of unique reimaginings of “Match My Pace.” Each version takes the original studio release and reshapes it into a new flavor — drawing from global traditions, theatrical twists, ambient moods, or bold experimental edges. Together, they form a palette of sounds where no two are the same. Go through them all, discover the ones that speak to you most, and let the flavors that lift you give you the boost you need.

[LYRICS]

On my mark now… 
Get set, let’s go…

Stay on the beat, and match my pace
Match my pace
Don’t slow down, we’re in the race
In the race
Step in close, I feel the fire
Feel the fire
Take it higher, Take it higher
Take it higher

Line in the room, the rhythm’s alive
Pull in the air, it keeps us in drive
Weight on my back just fades away
Your look sparks heat, I can’t delay
Mmm… baby…

Count it down, I’m on your line
Pull me faster, we cross in time
Turn me in your embrace

Stay on the beat, and match my pace
Match my pace
Don’t slow down, we’re in the race
In the race
Step in close, I feel the fire
Feel the fire
Take it higher, Take it higher
Take it higher

Hands to the side, the night runs deep
Your touch is a spark I want to keep
Every move pulls me straight to you
The floor lights up with every cue
Oh no no no…

On my mark now… get set, let’s go…

Door at the side, you lead me through
I step inside, the world feels new
Closer still… the night we face

Stay on the beat, and match my pace
Match my pace
Don’t slow down, we’re in the race
In the race
Step in close, I feel the fire
Feel the fire
Take it higher, Take it higher
Take it higher

Said I was cool, but watch me sway…
Green lights hit, I’m on my way…
You lean, I turn, we run, we stay…
Yeah…

I said I’m cool… but not today…

I said I’m cool… get set, let’s play…

On my mark now…
Get set, let’s go…

Match My Pace (Bollywood Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (Mariachi Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (Egyptian Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (Swing Jazz Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (40's Swing Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (Balkan Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (Gypsy Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

Match My Pace (Afrobeat Spiced) Indie Dance Pop • Contemporary • Retro

The light tilts sideways,
across the floor.
Dust in the sunlight,
I’ve seen it before.
Air tastes different—
quiet, pale.
The moment hangs open,
soft as a veil.

Something in the air is calling me.
I don’t know its name, but I still believe.
Something in the air, like a song half-known.
And I feel at last I’m almost home.

Leaves turn yellow,
the sky leans blue.
Wind through the branches,
a voice breaking through.
Shadows grow longer,
pulling me near.
I stand in the stillness,
the season is here.

Something in the air is calling me.
I don’t know its name, but I still believe.
Something in the air, like a song half-known.
And I feel at last I’m almost home.

I don’t need the words tonight.
The season speaks in shifting light.
I’ll keep this moment as it goes.
A promise whispered—never told.

Something in the air is calling me.
A door left open where I want to be.
Something in the air, like it’s calling me through
And I feel at last I’m almost home.

Something in the air…
I’m almost home.


Something in the Air

A bright confessional reimagined as a pop reverie = close vocals meet a rhythmic undercurrent, trading intimacy for lift without losing its reflective core. This version leans into light, modern textures while keeping the honesty and fragility of the original intact.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.

Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.
I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her
I’ll be your map when you lose your street
That lucky coin waiting under your seat
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.

I was yours all along, just out of sight.

I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Pop Reverie)

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

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