Out Of Time
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Kkk 333
Shimmering alt-pop groove with steady mid-tempo drums
pulsing synth bass
and chopped vocal textures. Verses stay minimal with plucky synths and soft pads; chorus blooms wide with stacked harmonies
sidechain swells
and a bright lead line. Subtle glitch effects on transitions
vocal sits intimate and forward
hooky enough for repeat plays.
Criado em dez 24, 2025
Letras
[Verse 1]
Woke up in a one-room
June 1905
Ink stains on my fingers
Letters in a drawer that I never got to send
Heard a low hum
Saw the wallpaper bend
And the air turned silver
[Chorus]
I’m out of time
But I found you
Skyscrapers growing where the corn once grew
Everybody living on a little blue screen
But your eyes cut through like a memory
I’m out of time
But I’m right here
Dust on my coat in a neon year
Tell me this is real
Tell me I’m not a dream
‘Cause you feel like home in a world I’ve never seen
[Verse 2]
Horse tracks buried under subway rails
Names changed on the signs
Your coffee cup steams like a holy grail
You laugh when I call it divine
You play me a song from a pocket in your hand
Moving pictures with a touch
I tell you ‘bout the war that never made it to your land
You say
“We forgot too much”
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Do they still pray for morning?
Do they still dance in the rain?
Did the fast years fix the broken?
Or just give new names to pain?
[build]
If I step back through that doorway
Would you follow if you could?
Or stay right here in this strange day
Where the future finally understood?
[Chorus]
Woke up in a one-room
June 1905
Ink stains on my fingers
Letters in a drawer that I never got to send
Heard a low hum
Saw the wallpaper bend
And the air turned silver
[Chorus]
I’m out of time
But I found you
Skyscrapers growing where the corn once grew
Everybody living on a little blue screen
But your eyes cut through like a memory
I’m out of time
But I’m right here
Dust on my coat in a neon year
Tell me this is real
Tell me I’m not a dream
‘Cause you feel like home in a world I’ve never seen
[Verse 2]
Horse tracks buried under subway rails
Names changed on the signs
Your coffee cup steams like a holy grail
You laugh when I call it divine
You play me a song from a pocket in your hand
Moving pictures with a touch
I tell you ‘bout the war that never made it to your land
You say
“We forgot too much”
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Do they still pray for morning?
Do they still dance in the rain?
Did the fast years fix the broken?
Or just give new names to pain?
[build]
If I step back through that doorway
Would you follow if you could?
Or stay right here in this strange day
Where the future finally understood?
[Chorus]