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Morning Steals Your Name 2 by Medina

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Morning Steals Your Name 2

Dream Pop,female vocals

0:003:43
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
I just woke up from a dream,
Where you and I had to say goodbye.
Clouds were low and the room would gleam,
I reached for you, but time slipped by.
Since in that life you were mine,
And I was truly, finally me.
Your coat hung loose on the windowsill,
The city hummed where we used to breathe.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't know what any of it means,
This quiet life that sits between.
Fading frames and water-smooth scenes,
Still, you're the chorus under everything.
[Chorus]
Morning steals your name, leaves only echoes of you,
Whispers of what might've been, tide-lines in a room.
Your coat by the window, the salt that clings to skin,
Morning steals your name — but I can still feel where you've been.
[Verse 2]
We walked along the shoreline where the sand kept both our steps,
A coffee cup, two rings of light, a laugh that wouldn't let go.
The air remembered how you said my name like paper maps,
And every corner kept a fold where secrets used to show.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't know what any of it means,
This quiet life that sits between.
Fading frames and water-smooth scenes,
Still, you're the chorus under everything.
[Chorus]
Morning steals your name, leaves only echoes of you,
Whispers of what might've been, tide-lines in a room.
Your coat by the window, the sand that held our feet,
Morning steals your name — but the imprint won't retreat.
[Bridge]
Light crawls in and erases the ink we drew on glass,
It wipes the footprints, scrubs the night, folds our map in half.
But there's a thread caught on the sill — a stubborn, silver seam,
A tiny thing that morning misses, a residue of dream.
[Chorus — Variation]
Morning steals your name, but leaves the seam of your coat,
A little stubborn shadow clinging to the throat.
Whispers turn to color, the echo learns to stay,
Morning stole the name — but didn't take the way you lay.
[Outro]
I just woke up from a dream,
Where you and I were still complete.
Morning may steal your name, but some soft things remain —
A coat, a seam, a quiet dream that keeps you here with me.