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Style

Haunting indie waltz with brushed drums, upright bass, and distant calliope-style keys. Guitars drenched in spring reverb, tremolo swaying like old rides. Vocals intimate and close-mic’d, then bloom with airy harmonies in the chorus. Subtle glockenspiel and reversed swells paint the bittersweet memories; mix leans warm and vintage., melancholy

Echoes On The Tilt-A-Whirl

December 24th, 2025 2:38 Pm
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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Cotton candy dust Faded on the cracked cement Ticket booth glass Fogged from the setting breath Rust along the rails Names carved in the wooden fence Someone dropped a glove Years ago It’s still there [Chorus] All the rides are sleeping now But I hear you in the turning of the air Bittersweet This hollow ground Laughing where the silence pulls my hair I walk these empty halfway lights Chasing every ghost that we left there Abandoned amusement Still amusement for my heart to bear [Verse 2] Ferris wheel frozen Halfway to a perfect view Prize stand leaning Stuffed bears watching Missing you Plastic rings scattered Like our plans we never used Every echo bouncing Asking what we had to lose [Chorus] [Bridge] I can hear our shoes on gravel [whispered vocals] running past the closing time I can taste the rain on metal As the sky went purple on the rides If I close my eyes It’s humming Every bulb is burning bright Then the dusk comes back in waves And I’m alone with turning lights [Chorus]