Borrowed life (автор текста Amalia Vard)

[Intro: synth pad, soft piano, distant 808 bass pulse. No vocals. 4 bars.] [Verse 1: female lead vocal, intimate, close mic. Piano, synth pads, soft trap hi-hats, 808 bass.] You wore the smile Like it fit your face You learned their rules And called it grace Every “should” got louder Every “want” got small You kept the key But lost the hall [Pre-Chorus 1: drums build, backing harmonies echo “knows” and “thin” softly.] And the mirror knows When the spark goes thin When your own name Feels worn within You can run so far Still arrive unknown If you give your days To a life not your own [Chorus 1: full beat, 808 bass heavy, piano and synth pads wide. Backing harmonies echo “tired” after each “The soul gets tired” line.] The soul gets tired Not from the climb The soul gets tired When it borrows time The soul gets tired When it lives too long Somebody else’s life Somebody else’s song [Verse 2: same as Verse 1, vocal slightly more confident. Beat drops slightly, piano more present.] You made the beds You never chose Kept the whole house warm In a stranger’s clothes You said “I’m fine” With a steady breath But your hands were holding A quiet death [Pre-Chorus 2: full repeat, drums build, backing harmonies echo “knows” and “thin”.] And the mirror knows When the spark goes thin When your own name Feels worn within You can run so far Still arrive unknown If you give your days To a life not your own [Chorus 2: full lyrics, full arrangement, backing harmonies echo “tired”.] The soul gets tired Not from the climb The soul gets tired When it borrows time The soul gets tired When it lives too long Somebody else’s life Somebody else’s song [Bridge: breakdown – only piano and voice, intimate. Synth pads swell slowly, drums rebuild. Backing harmonies hum softly.] Take back the mornings Take back the seat Take back the footsteps Under your feet No need to prove it No need to bleed You were not born To be what they need [Chorus 3: final, full power, backing harmonies louder, strings, organ, 808 bass, drums. Complete lyrics.] The soul gets tired Not from the climb The soul gets tired When it borrows time The soul gets tired When it lives too long Somebody else’s life Somebody else’s song [Outro: music fades, piano and synth pad only, final line whispered, reverb tail. Backing harmonies echo “home” softly. Silence.] So leave the door open Let the old paint crack Call your own shadow And call it back The soul gets light When it comes home strong To its own sweet life To its own true song