Clover
future bass, colour bass, kawaii, cute, three-dimensional sound, release-cut piano, vocal chop, electro drug, rapid articulation, house, witch house
Coft·3:45
3:45
Clover
future bass, colour bass, kawaii, cute, three-dimensional sound, release-cut piano, vocal chop, electro drug, rapid articulation, house, witch house
Creator: CoftRelease Date: February 7, 2025
Lyrics
On bandcamp: https://coft.bandcamp.com/track/clover
[Verse 1]
散らばるピース 床の上
試しては削れた形の跡
一つ一つ物語を秘めているけど
どれもはまる場所が見つからない
合うはずの角を探して
繋がる意味を求めて
完成しないパズルのように
回してもまた遠ざかる
[Chorus]
ジグソーみたいな空白の枠
名前のない絵は途切れたまま
欠片を回し繋げたいけど
噛み合わない、行き場のない心
どこにあるの、埋める最後のピース
この胸の隙間を満たす鍵は
[Instrument Solo]
[Verse 2]
色褪せるピース、滲む線
もとの場所さえ思い出せない
繋がるはずの形が乱れ
努力するほど遠くなる
揺れるテーブル、掴む指先
バランス崩れ、離れていく
でもこのバラバラな破片の中
進む道がどこかにあるはず
[Chorus]
ジグソーみたいな空白の枠
名前のない絵は途切れたまま
欠片を回し繋げたいけど
噛み合わない、行き場のない心
どこにあるの、埋める最後のピース
この胸の隙間を満たす鍵は
[Instrument Solo]
[Emotional]
もしかしてピースは違うのかも
答えが現れるのはまだ先かも
形が合わなくてもいいのなら
その美しさに気づけるはず
不完全なままで進んでいく
迷いや不安も抱えながら
だから今はこのピースをそっと置いて
いつか繋がると信じてみよう
[Chorus]
ジグソーみたいな空白の枠
名前のない絵は途切れたまま
欠片を回し繋げたいけど
噛み合わない、行き場のない心
どこにあるの、埋める最後のピース
この胸の隙間を満たす鍵は
[fade out]
[end]
- - -
[Verse 1]
Pieces scattered, lying on the floor,
Edges worn from trying before.
Each one holds a story, a line to trace,
But none of them seem to fall in place.
Searching for the part that fits,
A corner to make sense of this.
It’s a puzzle that I can't complete,
With every turn, it pulls from me.
[Chorus]
It’s like a jigsaw missing a frame,
A picture half-built with no name.
I’m turning pieces, hoping they’ll meet,
But nothing aligns, no full release.
Where’s the part that makes it whole?
The one that fills the aching soul.
[Instrument Solo]
[Verse 2]
Colors fade, some edges blur,
I can’t recall where they once were.
Shapes that should connect, divide,
The more I try, the more they slide.
The table shifts; I lose my grip,
A fragile balance starts to tip.
But somewhere in this fractured mess,
There’s still a chance for progress.
[Chorus]
It’s like a jigsaw missing a frame,
A picture half-built with no name.
I’m turning pieces, hoping they’ll meet,
But nothing aligns, no full release.
Where’s the part that makes it whole?
The one that fills the aching soul.
[Instrument Solo]
[Emotional]
What if the pieces were never mine?
What if the answer takes its time?
Maybe the edges don’t need to fit,
Maybe the beauty is found in it.
A puzzle isn’t meant to be clear,
It grows with every doubt and fear.
So I’ll let the pieces rest for now,
And trust I’ll find the way somehow.
[Chorus]
It’s like a jigsaw missing a frame,
A picture half-built with no name.
I’m turning pieces, hoping they’ll meet,
But nothing aligns, no full release.
Where’s the part that makes it whole?
The one that fills the aching soul.
[Verse 1]
散らばるピース 床の上
試しては削れた形の跡
一つ一つ物語を秘めているけど
どれもはまる場所が見つからない
合うはずの角を探して
繋がる意味を求めて
完成しないパズルのように
回してもまた遠ざかる
[Chorus]
ジグソーみたいな空白の枠
名前のない絵は途切れたまま
欠片を回し繋げたいけど
噛み合わない、行き場のない心
どこにあるの、埋める最後のピース
この胸の隙間を満たす鍵は
[Instrument Solo]
[Verse 2]
色褪せるピース、滲む線
もとの場所さえ思い出せない
繋がるはずの形が乱れ
努力するほど遠くなる
揺れるテーブル、掴む指先
バランス崩れ、離れていく
でもこのバラバラな破片の中
進む道がどこかにあるはず
[Chorus]
ジグソーみたいな空白の枠
名前のない絵は途切れたまま
欠片を回し繋げたいけど
噛み合わない、行き場のない心
どこにあるの、埋める最後のピース
この胸の隙間を満たす鍵は
[Instrument Solo]
[Emotional]
もしかしてピースは違うのかも
答えが現れるのはまだ先かも
形が合わなくてもいいのなら
その美しさに気づけるはず
不完全なままで進んでいく
迷いや不安も抱えながら
だから今はこのピースをそっと置いて
いつか繋がると信じてみよう
[Chorus]
ジグソーみたいな空白の枠
名前のない絵は途切れたまま
欠片を回し繋げたいけど
噛み合わない、行き場のない心
どこにあるの、埋める最後のピース
この胸の隙間を満たす鍵は
[fade out]
[end]
- - -
[Verse 1]
Pieces scattered, lying on the floor,
Edges worn from trying before.
Each one holds a story, a line to trace,
But none of them seem to fall in place.
Searching for the part that fits,
A corner to make sense of this.
It’s a puzzle that I can't complete,
With every turn, it pulls from me.
[Chorus]
It’s like a jigsaw missing a frame,
A picture half-built with no name.
I’m turning pieces, hoping they’ll meet,
But nothing aligns, no full release.
Where’s the part that makes it whole?
The one that fills the aching soul.
[Instrument Solo]
[Verse 2]
Colors fade, some edges blur,
I can’t recall where they once were.
Shapes that should connect, divide,
The more I try, the more they slide.
The table shifts; I lose my grip,
A fragile balance starts to tip.
But somewhere in this fractured mess,
There’s still a chance for progress.
[Chorus]
It’s like a jigsaw missing a frame,
A picture half-built with no name.
I’m turning pieces, hoping they’ll meet,
But nothing aligns, no full release.
Where’s the part that makes it whole?
The one that fills the aching soul.
[Instrument Solo]
[Emotional]
What if the pieces were never mine?
What if the answer takes its time?
Maybe the edges don’t need to fit,
Maybe the beauty is found in it.
A puzzle isn’t meant to be clear,
It grows with every doubt and fear.
So I’ll let the pieces rest for now,
And trust I’ll find the way somehow.
[Chorus]
It’s like a jigsaw missing a frame,
A picture half-built with no name.
I’m turning pieces, hoping they’ll meet,
But nothing aligns, no full release.
Where’s the part that makes it whole?
The one that fills the aching soul.