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Inner Peace
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On Tour
Folk
Inner Peace was released on September 19, 2025 by Blue Shutters Music LLC / Island Records as a part of the album To Love A Thing That Fades
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2025
LabelBlue Shutters Music LLC / Island Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vincent Lima
Vincent Lima
Vocals, Piano, Guitar
Jack Riley
Jack Riley
Drums, Guitar, Bass
Maya Paredes
Maya Paredes
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Lima
Vincent Lima
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Riley
Jack Riley
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
James Krausse
James Krausse
Mastering Engineer
Giovanni "Blu" Rottier
Giovanni "Blu" Rottier
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My breath gets caught across the window
The fall was brief
The trees got weak
We’re all so used to letting go now
But I’ll admit I’ve been ungrateful
Cause they’ve been summarizing things
You can’t just summarize these things
The snow falls
Have you moved on?
Why can’t we stay?
Why can’t we stay long?
When the leaves died
Did the trees cry?
Why can’t we stay?
I know my way around this place, you see
I’ve smiled here in the winter
And I’ve cried here in the spring
There’s nothing in this world that doesn’t someday have to leave
I’ve lost track of my inner child
I won’t lose inner peace
The seasons fold and now it’s April
A touch of heat
A night of sleep
And now I’m scared to be too stable
But life speeds up each time the bell tolls
The flowers bloom
It should be you
That sees the beauty reawaken
The trees grow
Now we’re so tall
Why can’t we stay?
Why can’t we stay long?
When a birds cries
Can it still fly?
Why can’t we stay?
I know my way around this place, you see
I’ve smiled here in the winter
And I’ve cried here in the spring
There’s nothing in this world that doesn’t someday have to leave
I’ve lost track of my inner child
I won’t lose inner peace
So if you go, my darling
I’ll keep a piece with me
I never saw you in the snow
The drums kept beating in the cold
I wonder if the drummer knows,
That while he plays the world gets old
I swear I see you in the trees
A year of rage, one summer breeze
I still love who I thought you’d be
Oh, there’s never been much foliage in grief
I’m calling out now
I’m calling out now
I’m calling out, my love
Written by: Vincent Lima
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