Write dream pop lyrics for a reverb-drenched female vocal, 78 BPM, G major, core instrumentation: chorus-laden clean electric guitars with layered reverb, soft warbling analog synth pads, muted upright bass, faint shaker percussion instead of brushed drums. Theme: A late-night walk through a fog-shrouded coastal boardwalk, where neon store signs blur into the mist and every passing stranger feels like a ghost of a past love you can't fully name. Emotion is soft, bittersweet, hazy, with a quiet undercurrent of gentle longing. Imagery leans into salt-stung cheeks, glowing seagull feathers tangled in fence posts, distant ferry horns that sound like lullabies. Lyric structure is loose, with fragmented, half-slurred phrasing echoing Cocteau Twins' impressionistic wordplay, and gentle romantic warmth reminiscent of Beach House.
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[Intro] [Verse] Boardwalk tiles are cold Stories left untold Mist begins to fold Turning grey to gold Neon signs are blurred Not a single word Everything I heard Wings of a ghost bird [Pre-Chorus] Ferry horns so deep Promises we keep Falling into sleep Secrets that we reap [Chorus] Salt-stung on my face Lost in inner space Slow and steady pace In this velvet lace Hazy ghosts of you Painted in the blue Nothing feeling true Passing through the dew [Verse] Feathers on the post Walking with a ghost What I miss the most On this hollow coast Shakers in the sand Reach for a phantom hand I don't understand This enchanted land [Pre-Chorus] Ferry horns so deep Promises we keep Falling into sleep Secrets that we reap [Chorus] Salt-stung on my face Lost in inner space Slow and steady pace In this velvet lace Hazy ghosts of you Painted in the blue Nothing feeling true Passing through the dew [Bridge] Synth pads start to sway Wash the world away Nothing left to say At the end of day Warbling in the light White noise in the sight Holding on so tight To the edge of night [Verse] Strangers look like him In the shadows dim Memories on the rim Watch the vision swim Muted bass is low Let the feeling grow Where do spirits go? Only the tides know [Chorus] Salt-stung on my face Lost in inner space Slow and steady pace In this velvet lace Hazy ghosts of you Painted in the blue Nothing feeling true Passing through the dew [Post-Chorus] Mist is coming down In this quiet town Wear a silver crown Let the sorrow drown Everything is soft Carried far aloft In the wooden loft Where the air is soft [Outro]
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