Out of Sight - Folk, Dreamlike Mood - TNT Music

Do you like the song? I am glad if you do and please leave a Like and consider subscribing to the channel. Thank you. AI was used to make this video. A human was used to put the AI stuff together. But don't worry. It's just me. :) Picture used in the video: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/ai-... Lyrics: She wakes up in a thrift-store bed, Dreams tangled in her hair like thread, Coffee brewed in a mismatched cup, Her world’s a jigsaw never quite lined up. She’s got a book that no one’s read, Pages worn like the thoughts in her head, Her vinyl spins in a beat-up room, Where the echoes of the past find just enough room. She’s painting with colors they don’t sell in stores, Walking down roads that never had doors, She’s a tune that’s hummed in the back of your mind, Living a life that no one can find, A whisper in the noise, a flicker in the flame, A life that’s too wild for a name. Her shoes are worn but they fit just right, Walking through shadows that play with the light, She’s got a map with the edges torn, Following stars that haven’t been born. She finds solace in the rain-soaked streets, Where time and memory quietly meet, Her path’s a line that never stays straight, Dancing with chance, defying fate. She’s not a page in a storybook tale, More like a letter that never set sail, She’s the chord that’s missing from a well-known song, A quiet voice where the loud belong. In the mirror, she sees her own ghost, A past that haunts, a future that’s close, But she’s here, now, in this fleeting breath, Choosing life over the fear of death. She’s painting with colors they don’t sell in stores, Walking down roads that never had doors, She’s a tune that’s hummed in the back of your mind, Living a life that no one can find, A whisper in the noise, a flicker in the flame, A life that’s too wild for a name. She’s a seed in a crack, a bloom in the dust, Growing in places forgotten by trust, With every step, she breaks the mold, Her story’s in the living, not in the told. And if you ever find her trace, It’ll be in the spaces where the world misplaced, But she’s not lost, just out of sight, Living her own way, out of the light.