You filed my name under maybe
Kept one hand near delete

Your sentences came pre-approved
Every promise wore a barcode
I read the terms across your face
A firm refusal dressed as grace

You kept my number off the page
Then called it love at your own rate
I learned the cost of being near
A private charge renewed each year

Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss

Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total

Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased

You wore affection like a pass
Valid until somebody asked
My place was marked with pencil lead
Easy to alter hard to read

You built a room from access codes
The door unlocked when you chose
I left the key beside your name
No final speech no claim to blame

Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss

Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total

Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased

I was never hard to measure
You preferred uncertain scales
A person turned to useful data
A pulse reduced to monthly sales

Now every digit has an owner
Every loss can state its cause
You can keep your perfect record
I have left your private laws

Call me your margin of error
The number you rounded to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total

Call me your margin of error
The flaw that refused to behave
Cross out the file marked as maybe
I won’t be useful then erased

Delete my name from your system
The error has learned its own weight

Got my feet up sun on my face
Life is a ride let’s pick up the pace
With a strum of the guitar the world feels right
Let’s dance on the clouds from morning till night

LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!

Running through fields with laughter in tow
A violin sings as we steal the show
Time is a game we play it so bright
With every note played we’re taking flight

LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!

LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!

Prompt

Missed my train by twenty seconds
Watched it leave without me there
Bought a coffee from the corner
And decided not to care

I had a list inside my pocket
Every hour had a name
Then the morning changed the order
And I let it win the game

Took the long way through the market
Bought a shirt I didn’t need
Met an old friend by the station
Stayed for lunch instead of three

Nothing went the way I planned
Maybe that was all I needed

I took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Lost my schedule
Found a better way

I missed the green light
Let the clock run late
Took a wrong turn
Had the right day

Oh what a right day
What a right day

Left my charger at the table
Phone went dead around two
So I stopped checking every minute
What the rest of them might do

Found a place beside the water
Stayed until they closed the gate
Funny how a little nothing
Can turn into something great

Nothing went the way I planned
Maybe that was all I needed

I took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Lost my schedule
Found a better way

I missed the green light
Let the clock run late
Took a wrong turn
Had the right day

Oh what a right day
What a right day

No map
No plan
No reason to explain

One street
One chance
I’d do the same again

I took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Lost my schedule
Found a better way

I missed the green light
Let the clock run late
Took a wrong turn
Had the right day

Oh what a right day
What a right day

Missed my train by twenty seconds
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Lyrics

Prompt

Another one for Claire
Third one this week
I don’t know Claire
But apparently everyone else does

The first came from a dentist
The second from Marseille
Then a postcard with a bicycle
And nothing much to say

A catalogue from somewhere
A birthday card from June
Someone wrote I hope you finally
Did the thing you wanted to

I put them in a shoebox
Underneath the telephone
By October I knew Claire
Better than some people I had known

She buys books she never finishes
She owes somebody twenty-three
And someone named Luc keeps writing
Please call me when you’re free

Claire you’re getting mail again
Claire they think you still live here
Someone misses your handwriting
Someone thinks you disappeared

Claire I know it isn’t my business
But your life keeps coming through
In envelopes with my address
And every one belongs to you

Then Tuesday around seven
There was knocking at my door
A woman with a yellow umbrella
Said I think I lived here before

She looked at all the letters
Then laughed and covered her face
Said I left in such a hurry
I forgot to change the place

I handed her the shoebox
She sat down on the stairs
Said half of these I don’t want
You can keep the ones from Pierre

She took the dentist took Marseille
Left the birthday card with me
Then crossed out Luc’s old number
Said some people should stay history

Claire you got your mail again
Claire you finally came back here
Somebody kept your handwriting
Somebody knew you’d reappear

Claire it wasn’t any of my business
Still your life came passing through
In envelopes with my address
Till one Tuesday there was you

She left the umbrella
Took the box
Came back laughing
Twenty seconds later

I said Claire
You forget a lot

She said
That’s how I travel

Claire no more mail today
Claire no mystery to keep
Just an empty little shoebox
And the stairs beneath my feet

Claire I never knew your whole life
Only what the postman knew
Funny how a wrong address
Can introduce somebody to you

Thursday morning
One small envelope

My name this time

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Lyrics

Dust on the floor where we used to stand
Promises slipped right out of our hands
The radio hums a song we knew
But the melody feels like it's lost its truth

Worn-out pages stories told
Fingers trace what we can’t hold
There’s a silence loud and clear
A reflection of what we fear

Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs

Faded pictures stacked on the shelf
We became strangers to ourselves
Every question leads to a wall
Every moment feels so small

Worn-out pages stories told
Fingers trace what we can’t hold
There’s a silence loud and clear
A reflection of what we fear

Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs

Maybe we’re just scared to leave
Hiding truth we won’t believe
Every tear a bitter cost
Falling in love but feeling lost

It’s the weight of what we don’t say
Holds us back but makes us stay
Still we wonder still we try
To keep the flame to touch the sky

Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs

Dust settles slow but we remain
Two hearts beating through the same refrain
If we let go will we know why?
Or stay tangled in the reasons we can’t deny

There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been

I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight

And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high

I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight

'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight

Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
Morning stations breathe a scent of iron
Words melt in my hands like shards of ice
Even when I speak it’s someone else’s song

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

Cracked windows hold the faces of other lives
Salted bread is torn with prayers I can’t translate
I keep the roofs of distant houses in my eyes
But the mailbox stays empty — no one arrives

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

A ticket in my pocket
Its destination still a stranger
Maybe it’s one-way out
Or just another foreign land

Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
And I keep walking without a border to cross

(Rome K)

[Verso 1]
Te vi cruzar la pista (uh oh)
Y el tiempo se me fue sin prisa (oh yeah)
Tu sombra baila con mi risa
No sé tu nombre pero ya me hipnotiza

(Hey Rome!)
Cada paso que das es un reto
Tus caderas me lanzan un decreto
Esta noche no quiero secretos
Solo tú y yo sin pretextos

[Pre-Coro]
Estoy contando los minutos (uh oh)
Para verte mover tan bruto (oh oh yeah)
Dímelo ya sin susto
Que tú también lo sientes lo intuyo

[Coro]
Baila conmigo no esperes más
Tu cuerpo pide y yo quiero dar
El ritmo nos lleva sin preguntar
Contigo la noche va a explotar (boom boom)
Baila conmigo te quiero ya
Tus ojos dicen que esto va a estallar
(Yeah yeah… Hey Rome!)

[Puente – susurro + adlibs]
Y cuando llegue el momento (uh oh)
Quiero perderme en tu movimiento (slow slow)
No pares no pares — sigue el viento
Esta canción es nuestro argumento

[Verso 2]
Luces bajan tú subes el nivel
Lo tuyo es arte no lo ves
Eres el ritmo que yo soñé
(Oh yeah… Rome let’s go!)

Tus labios marcan el compás
Y yo no quiero mirar atrás
Si esto es un juego quiero más
Tú me enciendes como gas

[Coro – repeat]
Baila conmigo no esperes más
Tu cuerpo pide y yo quiero dar
El ritmo nos lleva sin preguntar
Contigo la noche va a explotar
Baila conmigo te quiero ya
Tus ojos dicen que esto va a estallar
(Oh yeah… Hey Rome! uh uh…)

You walked in and the room woke up
Heartbeat shifting rising up
There’s a rhythm in the way you move
Pulls me forward changes the mood
Didn’t plan on feeling this vibe
But something in the moment came alive
No pressure just an easy flow
Like the night already knows

I feel a pulse lining up with mine
Every step falling right in time

You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within

You laugh and the whole floor shifts
Like the air just got a little lift
I can read you in the way you sway
Telling me there's more to say
No maps no plans to follow
Just a rhythm we borrow
Every turn feels natural now
Don’t know why don’t need to know how

I feel a pulse lining up with mine
Every step falling right in time

You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within

Maybe this is something rare
Something built on open air
If the world slows down tonight
Let it slow on this side

You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within

(mm hmm)

Nobody writes about the middle
Everybody wants the first kiss or the end
The part where you know how they take their tea
And it stops being a story

No fireworks no funeral
Just a Tuesday and a hand

We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record

(don't skip ahead)

You leave the last one in the packet
I pretend I didn't want it
Twelve small kindnesses a day
Nobody's counting but me

We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record

I used to want the big scene
The airport and the running
Now I want the eighth of a Thursday
When you laugh before I finish

We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record

We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)