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

His Last Love 1 by Vincent

SongGPT
His Last Love 1 by Vincent - Indie Folk Ballad,Male Vocals music cover art

His Last Love 1

Indie Folk Ballad,Male Vocals

0:003:33
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
On the southbound platform there’s an empty ticket booth,
Your coffee cooled on the rail, your coat still by the roof.
The radio hums our old song — it skips at the refrain,
An echo of your laughter in the puddles after rain.
[Chorus 1 — Plea]
Hold me one last time beneath the lamplight's hush,
Before you turn your collar up and leave me in the rush.
Count the heartbeats like train cars rolling through the night,
Hold me, keep me — keep me warm until the station lights.
[Verse 2]
I still keep the photograph: you with the crooked smile,
A Polaroid in the glovebox, a ticket torn in half, a mile.
You traced my name across the margin of a coffee cup,
I read it while the subway hummed and watched the minutes slip us up.
[Chorus 2 — Memory]
Hold me the way you hummed that chorus on a July train,
When your hat blew off and you laughed and washed the sky with rain.
I remember how your footsteps learned the shape of my apartment door,
Hold me in the memory where we were something more.
[Bridge — Turning Point / Regret]
I kept the boarding pass with your handwriting on the corner —
I chose the flight at dawn; you stayed to mend the weather.
You left a note in the pocket of the coat I never wore again:
"Don’t count the miles, but count the mornings when you know you could have stayed."
Now every time I hear a suitcase roll, I feel the hollow it began.
[Chorus 3 — Acceptance]
Hold me once in memory before you walk away,
Our colors bleed to soft gray light, the words we never say.
I’ll give you all my mornings, give you all the unplanned plans,
Hold me in the quiet where I learn to be the last of a man.
[Outro]
Tonight I fold your letter into a small paper boat,
Set it on the bathtub tide — it bobs, then splinters afloat.
I leave the lamp beside the window for the shape of you that came,
And in the steam your name still lives, like a match that lights the rain.
View Top Ai Songs