Yohan
Style: Cinematic Ethereal Pop & Soul. Vocals: Hauntingly beautiful female voice, deep and breathy, like London Grammar. Instruments: Minimalist haunting piano, emotional orchestral strings, cinematic cello. NO electric guitar. Sound: Deep reverb, vast atmospheric space, intimate and heartbreaking. Slow tempo. Vibe: Vulnerable, lonely, and melancholic. Focus on emotional nuance and cinematic crescendo without shouting. High-fidelity, pure and crystalline production.
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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
The room was crowded, but you weren't for me
Destined for another, or so it seemed to be
But the air started changing, a scent in the hall
My perfume was a trap, and you started to fall
You begged for the night, just to lie by my side
But I had my secrets, I had my pride
So I waited for silence, for your eyes to close
And I slipped a small paper in the lining of your clothes.
(Chorus)
Now I’m dying on the hill that you built with your words
Waiting for a sound that will never be heard
Was it all just a fever? Was it all just a lie?
You promised me forever under a digital sky
From the scent of my skin to the ghost in your bed
How did you become the man who plays dead?
(Verse 2)
Then came the mornings, the "wake up" calls
Breaking the silence of my lonely walls
Lunch breaks on the phone, hours lost in the dark
Feeding the fire, protecting the spark
You told me your demons, you let me inside
A year and a half where you’d run and you’d hide
But I thought I was different, I thought I was the one
Who could keep you from running, away from the sun.
(Bridge)
There’s a sharp point in my heart where your voice used to be
A heavy, cold tension is all that’s left for me
I’m reaching out my hand through a screen that is black
Wondering if the man from that night... is ever coming back.
(Outro)
The perfume has faded.
The note’s been thrown away.
I’m wasting my young years...
Waiting for what you won’t say.
Just a ghost in a pocket.
Just a ghost.