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Whispers of Autumn 1 by Vikash

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Whispers of Autumn 1 by Vikash - Indie Pop/Folk,Female Vocals music cover art

Whispers of Autumn 1

Indie Pop/Folk,Female Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
Maple leaves stuck to my shoes, like postage from last June,
Cold breath on the windowpane draws silver lines of truth.
The amber streetlight flickers where your shadow used to slow,
A cup gone cold on the porch rail — small monuments you know.
(Pre-Chorus)
I walk the fence we carved our names into, I trace each nick and nick again,
A finger on the scar of summer, and the hush that follows in between.
(Chorus)
Whispers of autumn, they stitch through my bones,
Echoes of a backyard we used to know;
In every fallen leaf there’s a postcard folded thin,
A quiet peace I can claim, and tuck against my skin.
(Instrumental motif)
(Fingerpicked guitar + soft synth pad — a two-bar motif that returns before each chorus)
(Verse 2)
The rusted swing still sings its girdersong when wind remembers weight,
Your stray scarf wrapped round the lamppost like a promise left to shade.
A coffee stain on the ticket stub, a laugh caught in the drain,
The lane smells faint of rain and apples — memory’s own refrain.
(Pre-Chorus)
I count the cracks in sidewalks where we swore that we would grow,
And in the tender narrowing of light I feel the wanting slow.
(Chorus — variation)
Whispers of autumn, they hum like a tune I can't unlearn,
Echoes of a backyard, the corner where the porch light burned;
In every cracked sidewalk there’s a map to where we’ve been,
A quiet peace I hold like a flame, folding warmth back in.
(Bridge)
Between the rustling branches I catch the edges of our days,
A wrist of frost becomes a crown — I let these smaller graces stay.
Not every leaving is a loss; some leaves teach the ground to grow,
I plant your laughter in the soil and watch the future slowly show.
(Chorus — final, raised stakes)
Whispers of autumn, they ask me to begin,
Echoes of a backyard turned compass on my skin;
In every falling leaf I learn the shape of letting go,
A quiet peace I carry now, a bright and steady glow.
(Outro)
So let the motif carry me — two bars of guitar, a soft-lit seam,
I fold our summers into pockets and walk out into dream.
In autumn’s closing light I find the room to breathe and roam,
And in that hush, the world becomes a smaller, kinder home.
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