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Sim Sala Bim
4 Example
Verified Artist
4 Example
4 Example is a fresh, energetic boy band from California, made up of four young Americans who all share a deep love for the sounds of the 90s. The group’s origin story is as unexpected as it is fun. It all began at a retro-themed 90s party in Los Angeles, where they bonded over their shared admiration for the era’s iconic music. They hit it off immediately, especially when they discovered that all of them were huge Justin Timberlake fans. What started as a karaoke session of *NSYNC classics that night quickly turned into something bigger—a full-fledged boy band, united by their passion for 90s pop.
The group consists of Tyler “T.J.” James, the smooth-talking frontman with a voice that channels Timberlake’s falsettos, Zach "Z" Cooper, the charismatic dancer who brings high-energy choreography to their performances, Jordan West, the laid-back but soulful singer whose harmonies tie everything together, and Ethan Lee, the quiet but musically gifted producer who crafts their catchy beats.
Each member brings their own flair to the group, but together, they create a nostalgic yet modern sound that brings the best of the 90s into the present day.
4 Example quickly gained attention performing at local clubs, 90s tribute nights, and even on TikTok, where their covers of *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys hits blew up. But they didn’t stop there—soon they were writing original music, blending classic boy band vibes with fresh pop beats.
With their talent, charm, and love for the golden era of boy bands, 4 Example is proving that the magic of the 90s still lives on today.
Sim Sala Bim
4 Example
Strolling down the avenue just my luck to spot you
Flowery dress swaying my world starts decaying
Glance from your hazel eyes oh how time flies
Wishing you'd notice me in this serendipity
Come closer don’t be shy
Give us a wild try
Can’t you see? You and me
Meant to be wild and free
Sim Sala Bim look my way (Sim Sala Bim)
Got some magic words to say
Sim Sala Bim dance with me
Turn this dream into reality (Whoa oh oh)
(Oh yeah hey girl can’t you see?)
[Guitar]
Every step you take I make a double-take
Your laugh rings like a bell under your spell
Skipping hearts dodging carts in the market parts
I’m the clown in town just don’t let me drown
Come closer don’t be shy
Give us a wild try
Can’t you see? You and me
Meant to be wild and free
Sim Sala Bim look my way
Got some magic words to say
Sim Sala Bim dance with me
Turn this dream into reality (Whoa oh oh)
Oh yeah hey girl can’t you see?
Sim Sala Bim once again
Chasing love not in vain
Though you walk away today
In your heart I hope I'll stay (Ah come on!)
CREDITS
Performer: 4 Example
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Weight Between Us
David Alwin
The Weight Between Us
David Alwin
There’s space between your hand and mine
Like time forgot to stretch that far
We move in silence side by side
Close — but not where we are
The weight between us
Holds more than gravity
We’re still reaching
But the air is heavy
You say the words I hear the tone
But meanings live beneath the stone
You’re near I know — and yet alone
This ache is carved into bone
The weight between us
Holds more than gravity
We’re still reaching
But the air is heavy
[Outro – Spoken filtered]
Maybe closeness isn’t distance
Maybe it’s resistance
CREDITS
Performer: David Alwin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
Verified Artist
Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.
To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.
He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.
Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
I kept your name in a quiet drawer
Where I hide the things I can't restore
Every word I wrote I burned unread
I'm still haunted by the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Guitar Break]
I smiled like silence was my friend
But silence never helps in the end
You touched my back I turned instead
And buried deep the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Instrumental Break]
There were nights I danced just to forget
Lips on mine but no regret
Still I feel you in my breath—
A ghost that never left
[Final Chorus]
I didn't scream I let you go
But now the quiet hurts me more
I should’ve loved I should’ve pled
Instead I kept the things I never said
CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Verified Artist
Night Driver
Hailing from the neon-lit streets of Miami, the alternative trio that is Night Driver has been infusing the raw intensity of the night sky with their chirpy melodies since 2016. Dominic 'Dom' Hill, Jake 'Rainmaker' Rivers, and Danny 'Mr. Sunshine' Bosco, three musical misfits with a shared love for mismatched socks, form the heart and soul of this band.
Our three amigos initially clashed melodically at the disorientating, dimly lit dive bars of the city. Hilarity ensues, as that was the only fitting place for this kooky trio to unite - under the protective glow of broken beer signs. Dom, the lyricist and vocalist, is a virtuoso of vagaries, drawing inspiration from bedtime stories and bread toasters, tying them seamlessly into a symphony. Jake, a bassist who uses the basslines as emotional war paint, narrates stories that imbibe warmth whilst still packing enough punch to shake disco balls off their hinges. Meanwhile, Danny, the drummer with a ubiquitous grin, brings rhythm to the chaos, functioning as the energetic pulse of Night Driver.
Their infectious single 'Sunshine In My Pocket,' has turned many a gloomy evening into an impromptu kitchen disco. One listens, and it's impossible not to be swept up in the boundless joy that Night Driver weaves into their melody. It is their endearing blend of quirkiness mixed with the ability to craft tunes that makes you wish you were dancing in a convertible at sunset that sets them apart. Their music can best be described as the feeling of finding money in your old jeans - surprising, joyous, and absolutely addictive.
Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Got a pocket full of sunshine oh so bright
Every step I take feels oh so right
Life's a dancefloor I'm the star of the show
With every beat yeah I let my spirit flow
Woke up this morning with a grin on my face
Can't nobody bring me down from this place
Sipping joy in every little sip of tea
World's a playground and I'm swinging free
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
Mirror mirror showing me a happy face
Dancing through my day in this groovy space
Every bounce in my step says I'm on my way
To brighter days where I laugh and play
When the night comes I'll still shine my light
No shadows can dim my heart's delight
With a funky beat and a melody sweet
Let's make this moment one to repeat
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
CREDITS
Performer: Night Driver
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Don’t Say Maybe
Hexlayer
Don’t Say Maybe
Hexlayer
Look me in the eyes
Don’t say maybe
We move in circles
You draw the line
But I step over
Every time
Don’t say
Don’t say
Maybe
Don’t—don’t—maybe—no—
Say—say—say yes—
You hesitate
But I don’t wait
Your rules bend
When I press play
No—no—no maybe
Say—say—say yes
You had your chance
CREDITS
Performer: Hexlayer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
Verified Artist
Dara Montel
Emerging from the gritty depths of Detroit’s dance scene, brimming with talent and charisma, Dara Montel is the nervy answer to the city's hardcore techno thirst. Known best for her dance-devoted, melancholic twister "Plastic Crown," Dara's name has spun in the underground circles like a rogue vinyl tossed into a cyberspace jukebox.
Our Motor City minx entered the scene somewhat cagily, her piercing blue eyes full of stories almost as deep as the bass lines she commands. She distils raw emotions into dance-ready soundscapes, affirming that tears are permitted even on the most electrified dance floors. Like the mysterious femme fatale prowling through the ruins of a John Carpenter flick, Montel's music envelops you in its brooding embrace.
Dara's playful wit is just as intoxicating as her infectious grooves. With a knack for turning pain into art, she continues to defy Detroit's icy weather, radiating heat one tear-stained synth at a time. Her “Plastic Crown,” fittingly, feels neither plastic nor regal—it's pure, cathartic Dara Montel. You’d better get on this vibe train, 'cos it ain't stopping anytime soon.
The Dara Montel revolution won't be televised, it'll be danced. So go on, put on that Plastic Crown, let the sadness seep into your soul and boogie like it’s the end of the world. Detroit’s dark dance queen reigns supreme.
Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
You walk in slow
Like you own the room
Cheap little grin
With a silver spoon
Say my name twice
Like it makes you tall
I don’t look up
I just let you fall
You talk too loud
For a little spark
I count your lies
Like cards in the dark
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Don’t call me sweet
I’m a bad excuse
For the kind of girl
That would wait on you
Got red shoes on
And a bored little face
I don’t run fast
I just change the race
You talk too much
For a silent room
I cut the fuse
Then I blame the moon
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Ha
Look at you
Trying hard
That’s adorable
Ha
Move along
You were never
That important
[Final Chorus]
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Bow back down
Tiny king
Tiny throne
Tiny crown
All alone
CREDITS
Performer: Dara Montel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Rhythm of Us
45th Tier
Verified Artist
45th Tier
45th Tier is the collaboration of London-born vocalist and songwriter Darius Cole and Rotterdam-based producer Malachi Venn. The two first met during an after-hours session in a basement studio above a closed furniture warehouse, where an unfinished Rhodes progression and a distorted bass loop kept playing long after everyone else had left. What began as a single improvised recording slowly developed into a shared language built around restraint, physical rhythm and the fragile moments when a club track feels close to falling apart.
Cole’s low, unpolished vocal delivery gives the duo its human center, while Venn shapes the surrounding space with detuned synthesizers, chopped organ phrases, live percussion and heavily worn tape processing. Rather than chasing clean electronic production, 45th Tier deliberately leaves small imperfections in their recordings: uneven conga hits, overloaded spring reverbs, breaths between lines and drum fills that briefly pull against the grid. Their music sits somewhere between deep house, broken soul and the intimate final hour of an underground dance floor.
Their debut single, “Rhythm of Us,” is built around a relationship that can no longer be explained through conversation but still survives through movement. A restless bassline, loose percussion and submerged guitar fragments circle Cole’s voice as the track repeatedly approaches collapse without ever fully breaking. The song introduces 45th Tier as a duo less interested in perfection than tension: two distinct musicians meeting inside the same pulse, holding it together for as long as they can.
Rhythm of Us
45th Tier
Looking at the night see the colors blend
Every beat we chase it's a brand new trend
We move together hearts in sync
No need to worry let the music drink
Let’s lose ourselves feel the sound rise
Underneath the stars we’ll never disguise
Every signal of the bass pulling us near
In this moment there's nothing to fear
WE MOVE we fly with every touch we ignite
Dancing close like fire burning bright
This rhythm of us aftertone through the night
With every heartbeat we’re feeling so right
Lost in the magic in this joyful space
Every glance we share it’s a warm hold
We’ll keep on dancing don’t let it fade
Glow of now memories are made
Take a step closer let the world fade
Every moment cherished never afraid
We’ll paint the night with our laughter and light
Together we soar a beautiful flight
WE MOVE we fly with every touch we ignite
Dancing close like fire burning bright
This rhythm of us aftertone through the night
With every heartbeat we’re feeling so right
CREDITS
Performer: 45th Tier
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
Verified Artist
Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.
His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.
Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide
Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)
I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)
Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)
I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)
You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)
I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)
(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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