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Cloudbite
Pop
Трек «Cloudbite» вышел в 17 августа 2025 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Independent»)Songs We Wrote in Color
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Дата релиза17 августа 2025 г.
ЛейблIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM96

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Sapo
Sapo
Исполнитель
SKYE SIMONE
SKYE SIMONE
Ведущий вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Samuel Elias Ortega
Samuel Elias Ortega
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Samuel Elias Ortega
Samuel Elias Ortega
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Слова

We were golden ghosts on De Portola
Lemon light behind the hills
The radio played that old dream record
Until the silence learned to fill
Dirt roads curved like questions asked
By hearts too young to hold them back
You said the sky looked like it knew
I said maybe we were just passing through
A head full of dreams
And hands out the window
The air tasted sweet
Like things we’ll never say aloud
Temecula burned in the softest light
Grapes on the vine and the wind held tight
The sky turned cotton candy bright
But your eyes looked more sweet that night
You drove like you were chasing time
But we were just kids trying to feel alive
Cloudbite on my shoulder, sky turning pink
I memorized the way you think
There’s nothing like
Getting lost with you
Old fields breathing in the heat
Paved with every version of me
Your playlist skipping just in time
To catch the tears I didn’t cry
I kept pretending we’d return
To summer’s edge without the burn
You whispered don’t you love this view
I said only when it’s next to you
A head full of dreams
You knew every lyric
You mouthed the words
Like they were only meant for me
Temecula burned in the softest light
Grapes on the vine and the wind held tight
The sky turned cotton candy bright
But your eyes looked more sweet that night
You drove like you were chasing time
But we were just kids trying to feel alive
Cloudbite on my shoulder, sky turning pink
I memorized the way you think
There’s nothing like
Getting lost with you
I still see us turning left
Past the hills we never met
You said don’t blink or we’ll forget
But I’ve never let go yet
Fields blur fast but hearts move slow
That drive's still alive beneath my bones
Cloudbite, slow light, tempo low
Your voice still humming through the smoke
Written by: Samuel Elias Ortega
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