Song Details
Keep the musical direction but replace the story with your own person, memory or occasion.
Lyrics
Ice cubes melting in a plastic cup
Watching headlights crawl until they line up
The balcony is cold but I stay out here
The sound of the traffic is all I can hear
Traffic and the wind, that's it
This town is too loud for a quiet heart
Too many people, weโre worlds apart
Iโm just a ghost in the high-rise view
Looking for a way back home to you
Looking for a way back home
Phone stays dark on the bedside table
Iโd call you right now if I were able
But we said what we said and the air went thin
Now Iโm just wondering where to begin
Just wondering where it all went
This town is too loud for a quiet heart
Too many people, weโre worlds apart
Iโm just a ghost in the high-rise view
Looking for a way back home to you
Looking for a way back home
This town is too loud for a quiet heart
Too many people, weโre worlds apart
Iโm just a ghost in the high-rise view
Looking for a way back home to you
Looking for a way back homeJust a way back home
Late night, lonely view
I'm still looking for you
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Keep the mood and production direction, replace the story, and create a new song around your own moment.