Hold You Through It
v4
@Fatoumatta Suno
Hold You Through It
v4
@Fatoumatta Suno
Текст песни
[Verse 1]
He hides away
Locks his laughter in the basement
Pulls his sleeves down past his wrists
Says he’s “fine
” then changes subject
I see the weight
How it drags behind his footsteps
Every joke he throws at me
Has a cracked edge
Has a question
[Chorus]
I wanna hold him through it
Til the night lets go of his name
Wanna stand between him
And everything feeding the shame
But the road keeps pulling me forward
And his ghosts don’t answer my prayers
I wanna hold him through it
But I won’t be there
[Verse 2]
He bites his tongue
When the family starts their talking
Takes the long way ‘round the room
Like the floor is always watching
He texted once
Said he’s tired of this version
Left the message on “unsent”
But I felt every word he couldn’t
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I write him letters in my head
All the things I never said
“Choose the light
Choose your breath
Choose tomorrow over dread”
If he ever learns his name
Means so much more than his pain
Hope he feels me in the air
Like a hand that’s almost there
[Chorus]
He hides away
Locks his laughter in the basement
Pulls his sleeves down past his wrists
Says he’s “fine
” then changes subject
I see the weight
How it drags behind his footsteps
Every joke he throws at me
Has a cracked edge
Has a question
[Chorus]
I wanna hold him through it
Til the night lets go of his name
Wanna stand between him
And everything feeding the shame
But the road keeps pulling me forward
And his ghosts don’t answer my prayers
I wanna hold him through it
But I won’t be there
[Verse 2]
He bites his tongue
When the family starts their talking
Takes the long way ‘round the room
Like the floor is always watching
He texted once
Said he’s tired of this version
Left the message on “unsent”
But I felt every word he couldn’t
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I write him letters in my head
All the things I never said
“Choose the light
Choose your breath
Choose tomorrow over dread”
If he ever learns his name
Means so much more than his pain
Hope he feels me in the air
Like a hand that’s almost there
[Chorus]
Стиль музыки
Moody alt-pop ballad with intimate piano and soft pads, heartbeat kick under spacious drums. Verses are hushed confession, chorus blooms with wide synths and stacked harmonies. Subtle guitar swells in the bridge; vocal sits close and raw, breathing in the breaks.
