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Miss Sunshine – Lyrics & Visuals by UNDA

Miss Sunshine – Lyrics & Visuals by UNDA This song is written as one long and gentle wave. The first half places you in a dim room where a voice and a few humble chords arrive without asking for space. It’s an impression of that intimate, close-mic kind of singing Eva Cassidy was known for, warm, clear, patient, and honest, with the room still present around it, but never louder than the feeling. She is lovely to hear.❤️ The song rolls forward, with the “wave”as its structure, but also in the message. The sentences lengthen and release, the phrasing swells and settles, and the imagery shifts like moonlight on water, always moving, always familiar. That wave is the music itself, Eva’s lovely music, coming in from the horizon, reaching the listener, and receding without ever breaking what it touches. The room fills with her. The second half begins with, “And in the middle of it I think of you, the way you move through your days, luminous without trying”, this is the focus of our true love, and the wave turns into a metaphor for that love, for the way they leaves warmth behind, even if they don’t love you back in the same way. The song holds that bittersweet truth without bitterness, loving what is lovely, feeling the distance, and still choosing tenderness. The outro becomes tender devotion, that speaks of that which is lovely, and names it, “Miss Sunshine”. 🎵 Style / Vibe: Intimate, guitar-led close-mic ballad with a warm, clear female vocal, sung as one continuous stream of thought with slow wave-like swells, soft hushes, and a clean mix free of crowd noise. 🎧 Song Credits Title: Miss Sunshine Artist/Lyrics: UNDA Photography/Video: Daniel Alexander Channel: UNDAverse 📝 Lyrics – “Miss Sunshine” The room goes quiet as the first note arrives, soft as breath, steady as a heartbeat, slipping into the air like light through a half drawn curtain, not asking for space, just finding it. I didn’t notice I had been holding my breath until it let me go, a slow untying in my core, a loosening in my hands, like something in me remembered how to be open without fear. A simple melody can carry more truth than a storm of sound, if offered with patience, if set down gently, if every syllable has time to land and linger and glow, if the hush between phrases becomes part of the song and not an emptiness to cover. The voice stays close to the bone, warm and clear, unforced, rising only when feeling has nowhere else to go, then easing back down, almost shy, as if its tenderness needs permission to be heard. And I am only here, a face in the dim, a body in a chair, listening like it matters, listening like it heals, listening like the air is turning into something I can drink, something that reaches the places language cannot reach. Somewhere nearby a glass settles, a small laugh fades, and still the sound moves through the room like sweet mist, touching tables, touching sleeves, settling on skin with that soft insistence that sez stay, and I do. A hand finds the strings, and the chords arrive like open windows, humble and steady, never showing off, only holding the light so the feeling can walk through. Even joy carries a shadow at its heel, even sorrow keeps a shimmer along the edge, nothing stays one color for long, it keeps changing in the same breath, like the surface of the water rising under the moon, twisting and holding its shape against the pull. I close my eyes and it grows larger than walls, a horizon inside my chest, a long line of incoming water, one wide wave coming from far away to the shore of me, and it does not crash, it does not demand, it reaches me and keeps reaching me, gentle because it is certain. And in the middle of it I think of you, the way you move through your days, luminous without trying, like sunlight that does not know it is warming someone, and I call you Miss Sunshine in my mind, not to claim you, only to name the feeling you leave behind. Because this is the ache, to love what is lovely and not be held the same way, to feel the tide touch your ankles, cool and tender, then slip back without cruelty, only distance, and still you keep shining, and still I keep listening, letting the wave come and go through me like a quiet truth that refuses to turn bitter. A small ache, clean as rain. A comfort that does not need explaining. A sweetness that knows how grief tastes and sings anyway. [Outro - Ad-lib instrumental] Oh, and that is how I think of you, only you, Miss Sunshine, mmm, Miss Sunshine, mmm, Miss Sunshine. © 2026 UNDA. All rights reserved. #UNDA #UNDAverse #MissSunshine #OriginalSong #OriginalMusic #IndieMusic #IndieFolk #FolkBallad #AcousticGuitar #GuitarBallad #VocalBallad #SingerSongwriter #PoeticLyrics #SpokenSung #EmotionalSong #Bittersweet #UnrequitedLove #LoveSong #Heartfelt #IntimateVocal #CloseMic #Ambient #Dreamy #WaveLike #SlowBuild #LateNightVibes #ChillMusic #Sadcore #SoftMusic