When the morning say goodbye

[Verse 1: Female husky lazy vocal]
The days keep slipping off the line,
Sunburnt hours, counting down,
You said, "Let’s meet where summers end,"
But leaves already touch the ground.

[Bossa Nova guitar arpeggios, soft percussion]
We could laugh under heavy skies,
Trading glances, slow and drawn,
Still holding on to yesterday,
Pretending heat won’t soon be gone.

[Dram fill]
[Saxophone solo, melodic riffs]

[Pre-Chorus: Female & Male duet, whispered echoes]
Time moved on, gentle but cruel,
We fell apart like afternoon rain.
I kept every echo from you,
Soft as the hush that twists through pain.

[Violin and duduk hums beneath vocals]

[Chorus: Duet, more powerful, major key]
Seasons rush by, and the daylight fades,
Our summer left behind, a pale parade.
Can it change for us, can we try?
Or does the morning say goodbye?

[Chorus echo: (Seasons rush by… goodbye…)]

[Dram fill]
[Guitar solo: mournful, dramatic]

[Verse 2: Female husky lazy vocal]
I watched the sun drop in your eyes,
Laughed as we traced our crooked fate,
Wishing things could rewind and stay,
But autumn calls and doesn’t wait.

[Afrobeat drums burst, major-key sax accents]
We are tangled in moving frames,
Different chapters, split by change.
You say you’ll be around next spring,
But we drift with the weather strange.

[Pre-Chorus: Duet, whispered ad-libs]
I was with you, part of a haze,
A passing shadow, brief as May.
Counting the quiet, slow embrace,
Lost in the rhythm, turn away.

[Guitar-laced melody, orchestral swells]

[Chorus: Duet, full and detached, major key]
Seasons rush by, and the daylight fades,
Our summer left behind, a pale parade.
Can it change for us, can we try?
Or does the morning say goodbye?

[Sax improvisational riff, dramatic crescendo]

[Bridge: Male vocal, orchestral hits]
You were winter—calm and still,
I was fire, lost in July.
We keep moving, spinning until
Maybe autumn lets us lie.

[Hook: Call & Response]
(Female: You were cold, I was July)
(Male: Never found where we belong)
(Both: We’re so different, seasons rush by)

[Guitar solo, dramatic, orchestral swells]

[Chorus: Duet, echoed climax]
Seasons rush by, and the daylight fades,
Our summer left behind, a pale parade.
Can it change for us, can we try?
Or does the morning say goodbye?

[Orchestral swells, strings in outro]
[Guitar fade-out, soft percussion]