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Ethereal Voyage 1 by Ирина

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Ethereal Voyage 1

Instrumental

0:002:58
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
Morning spills through cracked blinds, coffee steams like faded dreams,
Empty mugs on the counter, where your shadow used to lean.
I trace the lines you left behind in whispered, hollow spaces,
Paper boats on restless tides, caught between the hours and faces.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands that once held summer skies now tremble in cold frames,
Words like autumn leaves scattered, falling—never quite the same.
[Chorus]
Ride the waves I can’t control, beneath a sky that’s bruised and bold,
Carrying the weight of stories never told, lost in currents deep and old.
Hold the moment, fragile, slow—where the quiet rivers flow,
This voyage spins where heartbeats go, ever searching, never alone.
[Verse 2]
Streets remember every step, your laughter threads through cracked pavement,
Maps fold into pockets, carrying the scent of worn enchantment.
Flickers from a distant fire, warming nights where silence lingers,
Fingers trace the empty chair, like a song slipped through my fingers.
[Pre-Chorus]
The clock hands chase a shadow’s dance, time dissolves in hollow frames,
Colors bleed from fading prints; nothing here remains the same.
[Chorus]
Ride the waves I can’t control, beneath a sky that’s bruised and bold,
Carrying the weight of stories never told, lost in currents deep and old.
Hold the moment, fragile, slow—where the quiet rivers flow,
This voyage spins where heartbeats go, ever searching, never alone.
[Bridge]
And in the hush, a pulse resounds, like distant thunder threading through the ground,
Silent whispers pull me close, to places where the light still knows.
[Chorus]
Ride the waves I can’t control, beneath a sky that’s bruised and bold,
Carrying the weight of stories never told, lost in currents deep and old.
Hold the moment, fragile, slow—where the quiet rivers flow,
This voyage spins where heartbeats go, ever searching, never alone.
[Outro]
Night folds into softened blue, the journey bends but never ends,
Every note a step unheard, on this path where memory wends.