Clover
future bass, colour bass, kawaii, cute, three-dimensional sound, release-cut piano, vocal chop, electro drug, rapid articulation, house, witch house
Clover
future bass, colour bass, kawaii, cute, three-dimensional sound, release-cut piano, vocal chop, electro drug, rapid articulation, house, witch house
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
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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.