[Verse 1] Hand-me-down headphones Stickered-up phone Scrolling through summers I swore I had outgrown Old friends in the background Laughing out of frame I hit play on that playlist Suddenly it’s all the same
[Chorus] It’s all music Every high Every heartbreak looping through Yeah It’s all music Every late night shout Every quiet I-miss-you We were out of tune Still we used it Turned our mess into something we could move with Life gets loud But I live it like I’ll lose it ‘Cause it’s all music It’s all music
[Verse 2] Coffee cup choir Tapping on the desk Rain on the window Keeping crooked time with my chest Your name in a notebook Half crossed out Half bold I hum through the silence Till the silence turns to gold
[Bridge] [low vocal register] One word One look That’s a chorus in disguise Every “stay ” every “leave” Still echoing inside [crecendo] When the world goes flat I’ll find the key again Turn the volume of the hurt Into something we can sing
[Chorus]
A zene stílusa
Big festival-pop build with airy synth arps, four-on-the-floor kick, and bright sidechained pads. Verses stay minimal with plucky keys and subtle bass swells; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals, wide stereo guitars, and a soaring lead. Middle-eight strips down to filtered drums and vocoder before a final, hands-in-the-air return.