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Common Thread v1
Gravity Prophets–style alternative rock with restrained emotional intensity; mid-tempo (≈72–78 BPM); four-chord Canon-derived progression (I–V–vi–iii / rotated to D–A–Bm–G); atmospheric guitars with delay and shimmer; minimal but driving bass; steady, patient drums; warm analog synth pads used sparingly; male vocal, calm and grounded with quiet conviction (no melodrama); lyrics feel timeless, reflective, and generational; slow build across verses, subtle lift in chorus, extended instrumental bridge; spacious mix, wide stereo field, long fade-out.
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Verse 1
I woke up late in a borrowed year
Paper crown, static in my ears
Took the long way through a cracked refrain
Laughing at the mess I made again
Green lights flicker, cheap guitars
Restless hearts in grocery store cars
Pre-Chorus
Everybody swears they’re different now
But the road keeps humming the same vow
Chorus
I’m holding on, I’m letting go
Same four turns wherever I go
With you, without you, still I stay
Circling what I can’t outrun anyway
Verse 2
Mother whispers from the kitchen light
Words like anchors in the middle of the night
When the answer isn’t loud or strong
Just a voice saying carry on
Old piano, hands in time
Grace survives the worst design
Pre-Chorus
If it breaks, it breaks in tune
Every prayer bends back too soon
Chorus
I’m holding on, I’m letting go
Same four turns wherever I go
With you, without you, still I stay
Circling what I can’t outrun anyway
Verse 3
Photographs from a burned-out drive
Friends I swore would stay my whole damn life
Caps in the air, the year rolls through
Promises we almost knew
We sang it once, we sing it still
Same goodbye dressed up as will
Bridge
No woman, no crown, no perfect plan
Just a rhythm older than any man
From Dublin rain to Kingston heat
From a bedroom floor to the backseat
Break (instrumental space)
Final Chorus
I’m holding on, I’m letting go
Same four turns wherever I go
If I’m lost, at least I know
This road’s been walked by every soul
Outro
Same ground, new name
Different voice, familiar flame
What we lose, what we defend
It always finds its way back in
Four chords
One thread
No beginning
No end