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Endless Light (Christopher) 1 by Empress

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Endless Light (Christopher) 1 by Empress - Contemporary Pop,Neutral Vocals music cover art

Endless Light (Christopher) 1

Contemporary Pop,Neutral Vocals

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(Verse 1)
You warm the chipped blue mug on the windowsill at six,
Tap the rim with your thumb like you’re counting tiny tricks.
You call me "Topher" when I'm tangled in the day,
Leave a note in my coat pocket—just a crooked 'C' to say.
(Pre-Chorus)
When the city folds its hands and the streets forget to sing,
You pry a little window open, bring back the small bright things.
(Chorus)
Christopher, you're my single match,
Small and stubborn, lighting up what’s unlatched.
Christopher, repeat it: my single match—
You make the ordinary catch.
(Verse 2)
At midnight you spin Coltrane on the old turntable, slow,
Sketch a map for Saturday walks down by the harbor we both know.
You tuck receipts and ticket stubs into the book you never close,
Measure our road in moments—bench at dawn, the way the river flows.
(Pre-Chorus - lift)
You don’t need thunder to prove you're brave;
You show up with your hands, you fix what we save.
(Chorus - variation)
Christopher, you're my single match,
A brittle spark that refuses to detach.
Christopher, say it soft—my single match,
You turn our small hours into a map.
(Bridge)
Behind your laugh there’s a careful, steady seam;
You mend the world in stitches no one else can glean.
After all the mornings we've folded into the same light,
You stand beside me—partner, keeper, steady sight.
(Chorus - final, escalated)
Christopher, you're my single match,
Hold my hand through every thin and thick patch.
Christopher, echo it—my single match,
We’ll carry this ember, we'll keep the latch.
(Outro)
So keep the chipped blue mug on the sill at dawn,
Keep humming Coltrane until the dark is gone.
Christopher—your quiet blaze is threaded through our days,
A compass in my pocket, an endless kind of blaze.