Nordic Street Pulse - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

The frost is creeping up the glass of every coffee shopI watch the tram lines cutting through the slush until they stopMy breath is hanging in the air like words I couldn't sayThe midnight sun is buried deep, a thousand miles awayI’m walking past the harbor where the black water sleepsAnother secret that the concrete and the stone keepsThe wind is biting through the wool, it’s sharp against the skinWaiting for the silence of the North to let me inWhite nights, cold heartEverything is falling apartWhite nights, cold heartTrying to find a brand new startWhite nights, cold heartWe were over before we could startWhite nights, cold heartThese streets are mapped out in a language I can’t speak no moreI’m tracing circles on the tiles of the kitchen floorThe silence in the hallway has a weight I can’t ignoreJust a ghost in a designer coat, searching for the doorI see the strangers moving fast, their faces tucked awayThe sky is just a heavy shade of Oslo winter greyNo heat inside the basement, just the bass against the wallIt’s a long way down when you finally start to fallWhite nights, cold heartEverything is falling apartWhite nights, cold heartTrying to find a brand new startWhite nights, cold heartWe were over before we could startWhite nights, cold heartI saw your picture in a window on the avenueThe blue light of the cinema was reflecting off of youNow I’m staring at the ceiling while the radiator humsCounting down the seconds 'til the morning never comesThere’s a comfort in the numbness, in the ice under my feetRunning from the shadows that I’m bound to meetThe city is a tundra and I’m losing all the heatLeft my soul somewhere between the pavement and the streetWhite nights, cold heartEverything is falling apartWhite nights, cold heartTrying to find a brand new startWhite nights, cold heartWe were over before we could startWhite nights, cold heart

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