(English Version)
(Verse 1)
Your voice hangs like a lighthouse on the cliff of my sleep,
A steady wheel of amber light that wakes the tide in me.
It cracks night's glass with morning heat, like toast against the dawn,
A language carved in breath and pulse — the piece I miss when you're gone.
(Pre-Chorus)
A single vowel stitches maps across the dark I roam,
Soft consonants become the stars that point me back toward home.
(Chorus)
You sing me home — you sing me home
A lantern in my chest, the shortest truth I've known
You sing me home — you sing me home
Echoes pull me close and keep me from the cold
(Verse 2)
There's vinyl in the way you laugh, a crackle, warm and true,
The kind of record spun at dawn with sunlight slipping through.
Your spoken words are paper boats released on city streams,
They carry every quiet hope and row me toward my dreams.
(Pre-Chorus - variant)
Each phrase becomes a doorway, every pause a handled key,
You teach the map of feeling — you pull the tide and set me free.
(Chorus)
You sing me home — you sing me home
A lantern in my chest, the shortest truth I've known
You sing me home — you sing me home
Echoes pull me close and keep me from the cold
(Bridge)
When the world grows thin as paper and the lights begin to fade,
Your chorus folds around my ribs and keeps the dark at bay.
I learn your weather, every storm you name and how you steer,
A hymn that stitches up the holes where fright and longing leer.
(Chorus - final)
You sing me home — you sing me home
A lantern in my chest, the shortest truth I've known
You sing me home — you sing me home
Echoes pull me close and keep me from the cold
(Outro)
Keep that lighthouse burning, keep the vinyl spinning slow,
Your voice will be the map I trust wherever I must go.
You sing me home — a simple line I carry when I'm low,
An echo like a heartbeat, steady, certain, soft and slow.
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(Versão em Português — reescrita natural para fraseado e métrica)
(Verse 1)
Tua voz é farol no penhasco do meu sono,
Roda âmbar que acorda a maré dentro de mim.
Racha o vidro da noite com o calor do amanhecer,
Fôlego que desenha mapas — a parte que quero ter.
(Pré-Refrão)
Uma vogal costura mapas no escuro que eu percorro,
Consoantes viram estrelas que me apontam pro porto.
(Refrão)
Tu me traz pra casa — tu me traz pra casa
Um farol no peito, a verdade curta que eu sei
Tu me traz pra casa — tu me traz pra casa
Ecos que me apertam e afastam o frio que vem
(Verso 2)
Tem vinil no teu riso, estalo quente e sincero,
Disco que toca ao amanhecer com raios a nascer.
Tuas palavras são barcos de papel na corrente da cidade,
Carregam toda esperança e me guiam com verdade.
(Pré-Refrão - var.)
Cada frase é uma porta, cada pausa uma chave na mão,
Tu desenhas o mapa do sentir — puxas a maré, me dão chão.
(Refrão)
Tu me traz pra casa — tu me traz pra casa
Um farol no peito, a verdade curta que eu sei
Tu me traz pra casa — tu me traz pra casa
Ecos que me apertam e afastam o frio que vem
(Ponte)
Quando o dia
