Create New Playlist

Add a cover pic of your own choice

(Optional)

Name

AI Cover Generator

4 credits

Not enough credits (0/4).

Logout

Are you sure you want to Logout?

Close

Compass & Radio 1 by Alice

SongGPT
Compass & Radio 1 by Alice - pop,female vocals music cover art

Compass & Radio 1

pop,female vocals

0:003:45
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
Your coffee-steamed laugh at dawn, lipstick on the rim,
Two crooked spoons, a city map folded on the sill.
You hum the train line like a prayer, your thumb against my hymn,
A chipped blue mug, a newspaper, the air goes soft and still.
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to drift on empty streets, compass spinning slow,
But you turned all my detours into places I could know.
[Chorus]
You are my heartbeat — my compass, my radio,
Tuning me to you when the world turns low.
Pull me close, sing me home, let the signal grow,
You are my heartbeat — my compass, my radio.
[Verse 2]
Your freckles map the constellations of the couch light at midnight,
A cracked vinyl, your scar, the way you say my name.
We trace the same small stories in the backseat of a midnight taxi,
City lights like witnesses, the rain plays our refrain.
[Pre-Chorus]
I held a list of all the ways I thought I’d break,
You read them like a promise and taught me how to stay.
[Chorus]
You are my heartbeat — my compass, my radio,
Tuning me to you when the world turns low.
Pull me close, sing me home, let the signal grow,
You are my heartbeat — my compass, my radio.
[Bridge]
Remember that night the power went out and we counted names,
You pressed your thumb to the scar on my wrist and whispered, "Same."
I brought my fears like suitcases; you set them on the floor,
Said, "If storms come, we’ll learn their songs and step out through the door."
This is the truth I never knew I needed to be shown:
Love is small forgiveness, and you taught me how to own.
[Chorus - Lifted]
You are my heartbeat — my compass, my radio,
Now you’re the steady signal in the afterglow.
Pull me close, sing me home, let our chorus grow,
You are my heartbeat — my compass, my radio.
[Outro]
So leave a note on the fridge, I’ll meet you on the stair,
We’ll name the streetlights by the promises we wear.
If the map frays at the edges, if the night forgets to glow,
I’ll follow your small beacon — my compass, my radio.