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Palette of Love 1 by Kirubel

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Palette of Love 1 by Kirubel - Indie Pop,female vocals music cover art

Palette of Love 1

Indie Pop,female vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
In the kitchen light you hum the same old tune,
Steam on the window, rain tracing every line.
You knot my scarf like it's a ribbon on June,
A worn-out map of moments folded into mine.
[Pre-Chorus]
You call it nothing, but your fingerprints remain,
A playlist on repeat, footprints on the pane.
[Chorus]
You lit my map with one small match,
Ticket stub in my old coat.
Your laugh rewinds the midnight to gold,
Hold me where the sky won't fold.
[Verse 2]
We trade our small confessions over burnt-out toast,
Neon humming, grease-streaked menus, the late-night glow.
A lipstick smudge on a napkin, nothing grand, just close,
We stitch forever in the margins only we know.
[Pre-Chorus]
You keep the receipts for quiet wins and softer fears,
A chorus rising slow that gathers into years.
[Chorus]
You lit my map with one small match,
Ticket stub in my old coat.
Your laugh rewinds the midnight to gold,
Hold me where the sky won't fold.
[Bridge]
I used to lock my heart behind a practiced smile,
Count broken windows, build my walls in careful line.
I burned a dozen maps to prove I could survive awhile,
Then you arrived like rain that finds the exact place to fall.
I still wake sweating at the thought of all we might lose,
But watching you breathe quiet takes the shape of truth.
[Chorus - Variation]
You still light my map with that same small match,
That ticket stub a lighthouse in my hand.
Your laugh strips winter down to gold,
Stay with me where the sky will not fold.
[Instrumental/Break]
(brief guitar/keys echo: "map" — "match" — "gold")
[Outro]
In coffee rings and city rain and late-night jokes we say,
We paint our ordinary days in colors that will stay.
Palette pressed between the pages of our days above,
This is our stubborn, luminous palette of love.