[Verse 1] All I wrote On the page Just a single Crooked shape
Little mark On a line Funny how It looks like mine
[Chorus] Just an "a" In the corner of the paper Tiny start To a world I’ll fill in later If I stay I can turn this nothing greater From an "a" To a story To a shaker (oh)
[Verse 2] Empty room Blinking screen One small letter In between
Every word I might say Has to walk Through that gate
[Chorus] Just an "a" In the corner of the paper Tiny start To a world I’ll fill in later If I stay I can turn this nothing greater From an "a" To a story To a shaker (yeah)
Phong cách âm nhạc
Sparse indie pop sketch, intimate male vocals close to the mic. Single clean guitar with soft palm mutes in the verse, shimmery chorus reverb in the hook. Subtle organic percussion and a warm bass swell into the chorus, then pull back to a whisper by the end.