Dave Noir - August Sunsets
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- trap soul
- contemporary r&b
- synthwave
- male vocalist
- electronic
- rnb
- los angeles
- synthpop
- cinematic
- pop male singer-songwriter
- cyberpunk
- 2020s
- dark
- bass
Lyrics
Chorus 1 (Weeknd Style but white male)
We fell in love & my heart ain’t done yet,
From sunshine to sundown, time’s we won’t regret
I’m not ready for my August to sunset
This summer fling, I won’t forget.
Verse:
Neon skies in the rearview fade,
Had your hand in mine, we’ll never break.
Windows down, hearts up in flames,
But love ain’t always something you can save
Chorus:
We fell in love & my heart ain’t done yet,
From sunshine to sundown, time’s we won’t regret, regret, regret…
I’m not ready for my August to sunset, sun-set, sun-set…
This summer fling, I won’t forget.
Verse 2:
We fell in love and I’m not even done yet,
Missing your touch leaves me filled with regret.
Every love hits like a stolen bet,
I’m not ready for my August to sunset.
We were young hearts burning reckless,
Counting stars like they’d protect us.
Said “forever” like we meant it,
Now I replay every second.
Bridge (Pre-Chorus – emotional lift):
Don’t let the daylight slip away,
Don’t let the colors turn to gray.
If this is ending, let me stay —
One more night, just one more day.
Hold me close before it’s gone,
Before the summer moves along.
If loving you is right or wrong,
Don’t let this be our final song.
If August fades, don’t fade on me,
We wrote our names in the balcony breeze.
One more night, just stay with me,
Before these colors fall from the trees.
I’m not ready to watch you go,
Not ready for cold winds to blow.
If love’s a gamble, I’ll let it roll —
But don’t let this sunset take my soul.
Haunting Bridge (Weeknd-style):
Seasons fade but the love remains,
Golden rays blind the pain.
Every ending’s a start again,
The clock’s hands turn time to blame.
Final Chorus (extended, emotional, layered harmonies):
We fell in love & my heart ain’t done yet,
From sunshine to sundown, time’s we won’t regret, regret, regret.
I’m not ready for my August to sunset, sun-set, sun-set…
This summer fling, I won’t forget.
(These August sunsets…
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