Winter Week With Lokas
v4
@Robert Linde
Winter Week With Lokas
v4
@Robert Linde
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[Verse 1]
Steam from our cups
Fog on the glass
Fields wrapped in white
Time moving slow
Your wool socks on
My old knit scarf
Lokas curls tight
By our knees on the sofa
[Chorus]
Quiet New Year’s week
Out where the road runs out
Every breath a little cloud
Hanging in the room
You’re here
Lokas purring low
And Robin’s in the in‑between
Can’t touch his hand
But he’s walking through our thoughts
All the time
[Verse 2]
Wind in the flue
Clock in the hall
Pine logs collapsing
Soft orange glow
We say his name
Over this stew
Laugh at a story
Like he’s about to come in
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Another year turning
Same stars above this roof
Three chairs at the table
One filled up with memory
I hold you closer
You squeeze back twice
We don’t say it out loud
But we both feel him here
[Chorus]
Steam from our cups
Fog on the glass
Fields wrapped in white
Time moving slow
Your wool socks on
My old knit scarf
Lokas curls tight
By our knees on the sofa
[Chorus]
Quiet New Year’s week
Out where the road runs out
Every breath a little cloud
Hanging in the room
You’re here
Lokas purring low
And Robin’s in the in‑between
Can’t touch his hand
But he’s walking through our thoughts
All the time
[Verse 2]
Wind in the flue
Clock in the hall
Pine logs collapsing
Soft orange glow
We say his name
Over this stew
Laugh at a story
Like he’s about to come in
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Another year turning
Same stars above this roof
Three chairs at the table
One filled up with memory
I hold you closer
You squeeze back twice
We don’t say it out loud
But we both feel him here
[Chorus]
Musikstil
Gentle indie-folk ballad, nylon-string guitar and soft piano, intimate male vocals close to the mic. Brushed snare and warm upright bass slide in for the chorus, with light pad swells for a wintry halo. Dynamics stay subtle: verses hushed and detailed, chorus lifts with simple harmonies and a little sparkle from glockenspiel, then taper back to a whisper at the end.
