..no lights.”
indie rock, britpop, garage rock groove, mid-tempo, lo-fi, dry vocal mix, nostalgic, melancholic, cinematic, casual swagger, tea-stained intimacy, bedroom storytelling, clean lead guitar, distorted rhythm guitar, tight drums, crisp snares, analog texture, quiet verses, layered dynamics, emotional edge, urban night, cozy room, vinyl crackle – lo-fi, reverse reverb FX, introspective, wistful, everyday poetry
..no lights.”
indie rock, britpop, garage rock groove, mid-tempo, lo-fi, dry vocal mix, nostalgic, melancholic, cinematic, casual swagger, tea-stained intimacy, bedroom storytelling, clean lead guitar, distorted rhythm guitar, tight drums, crisp snares, analog texture, quiet verses, layered dynamics, emotional edge, urban night, cozy room, vinyl crackle – lo-fi, reverse reverb FX, introspective, wistful, everyday poetry
Lyrics
https://youtu.be/jBcikmiU5e0
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Corbias Less – No Lights (Music Video) 👆👆
Intro
There’s chicken tikka on your jeans,
and I think you did it on purpose.
Ceiling’s spelling something —
but I can’t read bad cursive.
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Hook
You said,
“Don’t text after midnight —
I might answer.”
You smelled like someone else’s Sunday,
or something I wasn’t meant to name.
---
Chorus 1
You said,
“If we ever do this again — no lights.”
So I sit in the bath
with crisps
and I switch off the sky.
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Verse 1
We sat on the floor,
legs like tangled cables.
You laughed through your sleeve
like the punchline hit back.
You made tea in a cracked-up mug,
Called me brave for not calling it love.
Then licked the sugar off your thumb —
like it knew too much.
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Chorus 2
Don’t re-dress the scene.
The towel’s still damp.
Don’t un-boil the kettle.
Don’t iron the air.
If I had tape, I’d wrap it ‘round this hour —
loop it tight
round your ankle and swear.
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Verse 2
You left a note in the dry shampoo —
said you hate rooms that smell like you.
I wore your robe
out to buy bin bags —
forgot the bags, remembered the you.
---
Chorus 3
You said,
“If we ever do this again — no lights.”
So I sit in the bath
with crisps
and I switch off the lights.
---
Break / Drop
They looked at me
like I’d dropped a piano
and blamed the wind.
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Chorus 4 – final
Don’t rub the mirror.
The print’s still there —
your face like a dream
that won’t log out.
Don’t silence the hob.
Let the burner click.
If I had matches, I’d strike that hour —
watch it smoke,
watch it stick.
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Outro
Is it weird
to miss the coat hooks?
The condensation bets?
The hair in the plughole
I pretended wasn’t yours?
You said,
“If we ever do this again — no lights.”
So I sit in the bath
with crisps
and I switch off the lights.