Instant History

Nostalgia hits different when the moment hasn't even ended yet.

Cruise through the neon-soaked streets with 'Instant History', a dream pop anthem for late-night drives and quiet realizations. Blending synthwave textures with intimate indie vocals, this track captures the bittersweet feeling of missing someone who is standing right in front of you. Perfect for rainy nights, introspective moods, and slowing down time.

Lyrics:


[Verse 1]
Your socks are sliding on the hardwood floor
Cheap wine stained on the pantry door
The streetlights warp through the rain on the glass
I'm terrified of how fast this will pass
You’re laughing at a joke I didn’t make
I’m wide awake, for heaven's sake

[Chorus]
I’m homesick for a house I haven’t left yet
Caught in a feeling that I can’t forget
I’m already missing the sound of your breath
Like a ghost before the death
Taking pictures with my eyes closed tight
Turning into memories in the middle of the night

[Verse 2]
There’s a coffee ring on the magazine
The quietest chaos I've ever seen
You ask me what I’m thinking of
I say nothing, but it’s fear and love
This second is a souvenir
I wish I could freeze us here

[Chorus]
I’m homesick for a house I haven’t left yet
Caught in a feeling that I can’t forget
I’m already missing the sound of your breath
Like a ghost before the death
Taking pictures with my eyes closed tight
Turning into memories in the middle of the night

[Bridge]
Do you feel it fading?
Do you feel it fading?
We are history before we are gone
So leave the hallway light on

[Chorus]
I’m homesick for a house I haven’t left yet
Caught in a feeling that I can’t forget
I’m already missing the sound of your breath
Like a ghost before the death
Taking pictures with my eyes closed tight
Turning into memories in the middle of the night

[Outro]
Already missing you
Already missing you
I think I'm living in a memory
Yeah, I think I'm living in a memory

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Lyrics:
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Your socks are sliding on the hardwood floor
Cheap wine stained on the pantry door
The streetlights warp through the rain on the glass
I'm terrified of how fast this will pass
You’re laughing at a joke I didn’t make
I’m wide awake, for heaven's sake



I’m homesick for a house I haven’t left yet
Caught in a feeling that I can’t forget
I’m already missing the sound of your breath
Like a ghost before the death
Taking pictures with my eyes closed tight
Turning into memories in the middle of the night



There’s a coffee ring on the magazine
The quietest chaos I've ever seen
You ask me what I’m thinking of
I say nothing, but it’s fear and love
This second is a souvenir
I wish I could freeze us here



I’m homesick for a house I haven’t left yet
Caught in a feeling that I can’t forget
I’m already missing the sound of your breath
Like a ghost before the death
Taking pictures with my eyes closed tight
Turning into memories in the middle of the night



Do you feel it fading?
Do you feel it fading?
We are history before we are gone
So leave the hallway light on



I’m homesick for a house I haven’t left yet
Caught in a feeling that I can’t forget
I’m already missing the sound of your breath
Like a ghost before the death
Taking pictures with my eyes closed tight
Turning into memories in the middle of the night



Already missing you
Already missing you
I think I'm living in a memory
Yeah, I think I'm living in a memory

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