Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
Talking to myself and feeling kind of blue
Nothing that I do seems to matter, seems to move
The calendar keeps turning pages I don't understand
Some days just arrive with weight upon my hand
[chorus]
It's the gray days and the slow days that get me down
It's the quiet hours nobody else notices around
Nothing's really wrong, and nothing's really right
It's just a heaviness that settles in with the light
[verse]
The coffee's the same coffee, the mirror's still the same
But something in the ordinary lost its little flame
I'm not asking for a reason, not asking for a cure
Just a hand to hold until the feeling isn't sure
[chorus]
It's the gray days and the slow days that get me down
It's the quiet hours nobody else notices around
Nothing's really wrong, and nothing's really right
It's just a heaviness that settles in with the light
[bridge]
Funny how the smallest kindness lifts the heaviest cloud
A voice that's soft instead of one that's loud
Maybe tomorrow won't feel quite this way
Maybe the sun will find a reason to stay
[chorus]
Still the gray days and the slow days get me down
It's the quiet hours nobody else notices around
Nothing's really wrong, and nothing's really right
It's just a heaviness that settles in with the light
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** soft pop, melancholic ballad, piano, warm harmony, wistful, 76 BPM, female vocal
**BPM:** 120
**Duration:** 177.0s
**Key:** F major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Talking to myself and feeling kind of blue
Nothing that I do seems to matter, seems to move
The calendar keeps turning pages I don't understand
Some days just arrive with weight upon my hand

[chorus]
It's the gray days and the slow days that get me down
It's the quiet hours nobody else notices around
Nothing's really wrong, and nothing's really right
It's just a heaviness that settles in with the light

[verse]
The coffee's the same coffee, the mirror's still the same
But something in the ordinary lost its little flame
I'm not asking for a reason, not asking for a cure
Just a hand to hold until the feeling isn't sure

[chorus]
It's the gray days and the slow days that get me down
It's the quiet hours nobody else notices around
Nothing's really wrong, and nothing's really right
It's just a heaviness that settles in with the light

[bridge]
Funny how the smallest kindness lifts the heaviest cloud
A voice that's soft instead of one that's loud
Maybe tomorrow won't feel quite this way
Maybe the sun will find a reason to stay

[chorus]
Still the gray days and the slow days get me down
It's the quiet hours nobody else notices around
Nothing's really wrong, and nothing's really right
It's just a heaviness that settles in with the light