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Mars Frequency | Still Arriving Somewhere | Emotional Deep House

Experience a captivating visual journey with a woman wearing headphones in a futuristic cockpit, creating an "aesthetic video" that's both high quality and immersive. The on-screen "lyrics" and accompanying "audio" enhance the mood, making it a perfect "arrival" into a new visual world. Thank you for watching! SHARE this vibe with a friend 🛋️✨ Still Arriving Somewhere [Intro] Empty gate Fluorescent hum Departure board flicker My name half gone [Verse 1] She left a voicemail I keep saving Her laugh between the static Then a sigh Says call me when you’re really in the city Like she knows I only ever halfway arrive Two drinks on the table in my kitchen Her coat still hanging by the door I talk to it some nights in the dark Like it’s brave enough to ask what I’m here for (yeah) [Chorus] I’m still arriving somewhere Legs on the ground Head on the runway Ticket in my pocket going nowhere Still stuck on that almost-Sunday I’m still arriving somewhere Mouth full of things I never sent her Every gate I pass sounds like her name I’m still arriving Still arriving somewhere [Verse 2] I play that message just to hear her breathing The part before she figures out her words Rewind that little courage in the silence Like I could learn the language she unlearned Friends say I should finally clear the inbox Make space Move on Reset But deleting ten seconds of her weather talk Feels louder than any regret (oh) [Chorus] I’m still arriving somewhere Legs on the ground Head on the runway Ticket in my pocket going nowhere Still stuck on that almost-Sunday I’m still arriving somewhere Mouth full of things I never sent her Every gate I pass sounds like her name I’m still arriving Still arriving somewhere [Bridge] What if I land and you’re not waiting? What if I call and you’ve un-heard me? I keep my phone in airplane mode So you can’t prove you never tried to reach me [Chorus] I’m still arriving somewhere Legs on the ground Head on the runway Ticket in my pocket going nowhere Still stuck on that almost-Sunday I’m still arriving somewhere Mouth full of things I never sent her Every gate I pass sounds like her name I’m still arriving Still arriving somewhere