Real Hearts
[Pop-punk eletrônico / synth-pop. BPM 120. Guitarras limpas com leve distorção, bateria punchy, baixo melódico, synths sonhadores e pads leves. Versos introspectivos e brincalhões, pré-refrão crescente, refrão anthemic e otimista. Ponte recitativa minimalista antes do refrão final em alta energia. Atmosfera leve, moderna, esperançosa, sarcástica-hopeful.]
Real Hearts
[Pop-punk eletrônico / synth-pop. BPM 120. Guitarras limpas com leve distorção, bateria punchy, baixo melódico, synths sonhadores e pads leves. Versos introspectivos e brincalhões, pré-refrão crescente, refrão anthemic e otimista. Ponte recitativa minimalista antes do refrão final em alta energia. Atmosfera leve, moderna, esperançosa, sarcástica-hopeful.]
Lyrics
Intro – synth leve e animado
No notifications, no beeps, no buzz
Just me, my sneakers, and the city fuzz
Verse 1
I left my phone on the counter, face down
Walked past neon signs and a corner clown
Laughing kids, stray dogs, real streets alive
Not a story, not a reel, just the vibe
Pre-chorus
No likes to chase, no hearts to fake
I’ll find the sparks that don’t need a break
Coffee stains, street music, fleeting glance
Real-life chaos, let’s take the chance
Chorus – catchy, anthemic
I want real hearts, not pixels in line
Dancing in the sun, not double-tap mine
No filters, no trends, just eyes that meet
Love in stereo, not Wi-Fi beat
Real hearts, real hearts
Maybe you’re standing where the sidewalk parts
Verse 2
Saw her sketching dreams on a graffiti wall
No profile, no bio, just a paper call
Shared a grin over a spilled ice cream cone
Laughing with strangers, suddenly not alone
Pre-chorus
Forget the feeds, the endless scroll
Life’s in the streets, it’s taking its toll
No DMs, no hashtags, just pure intent
Moments that matter, heaven-sent
Chorus
I want real hearts, not pixels in line
Dancing in the sun, not double-tap mine
No filters, no trends, just eyes that meet
Love in stereo, not Wi-Fi beat
Real hearts, real hearts
Maybe you’re standing where the sidewalk parts
Bridge – spoken / recitative, minimal instrumentation
Maybe you’re sipping tea across the park
Laughing at the way the pigeons embark
No screen, no chat, just daylight and breeze
Just hearts colliding with casual ease
Chorus – final, épico e otimista
I want real hearts, not pixels in line
Dancing in the sun, not double-tap mine
No filters, no trends, just eyes that meet
Love in stereo, not Wi-Fi beat
Real hearts, real hearts
Maybe you’re standing where the sidewalk parts
Outro – synth fade, sonhador
Offline…
Real… hearts…