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RetroSync | Sugar on the Wound | Synthwave Music Video

#synthwave #musicvideo #lovesong Film: Candy 2006 Starting: Heath Ledger, Abbie Cornish This is a synthwave love song, created with the help of AI tools but shaped with a human touch—every lyric, melody, and emotion carefully refined to feel real and timeless. I’ve always loved the romance of classic films and the purity of music from the past. Today’s songs often feel overproduced and empty, so I wanted to create something more genuine and soulful, like the music we fell in love with years ago. If this song speaks to you, please like, comment, and share it with someone who still appreciates music with heart and meaning. Let’s keep this feeling alive together. 💫 🎧 More on this channel: Romantic synthwave | 80s nostalgia | Emotional storytelling in music Lyrics: We wrote our names in the steam of the night, Cheap motel light doing halos and lies. Your hands were paint on a trembling sky, Mine were a match in the rain. We folded stars into paper cranes, Hung them above our shaking plans. Every promise tasted like sugar on the wound— Sweet, then it burned again. I said I’d hold you when the dark got loud, You said love could teach the body to bow. But we learned the cost of a borrowed sun, How it dazzles—then it runs. If there’s a heaven for the almost-saved, Meet me where the river keeps our names. I’ll be the hand that doesn’t let you fade, Even when the sky forgets to stay. We are the bruise that learned to bloom, Soft as a prayer in a broken room. Baby, I’m yours, even pulling through— Even with sugar on the wound. Bathroom tiles made constellations, Cold blue moons on the floor. We chased a high that kept its distance, Left us hungrier than before. You sketched a house with open windows, I read you lines I couldn’t live. Every door was slightly open, Every step a brittle bridge. We vowed to make a softer kind of life, A table, a kettle, a quiet night. But gravity remembers where we’ve been, Pulls at the tendered skin. If there’s a heaven for the almost-saved, Meet me where the river keeps our names. I’ll be the hand that doesn’t let you fade, Even when the sky forgets to stay. We are the bruise that learned to bloom, Soft as a prayer in a broken room. Baby, I’m yours, even pulling through— Even with sugar on the wound. [whispered aside] I know the spiral by heart. [drawn-out] I know the promise we keep… and break. If love is a door with a thousand locks, Let me be patient enough to wait. Take my breath instead of your light, Take my time, I’ll keep you alive. If mercy is a language learned by touch, Hold—(hold)—and we’ll survive. If there’s a heaven for the almost-saved, Meet me where the river keeps our names. I’ll be the hand that doesn’t let you fade, Even when the sky forgets to stay. We are the bruise that learned to bloom, Soft as a prayer in a broken room. Baby, I’m yours, even pulling through— If there’s a heaven for the almost-saved, Sing it like a vow we made. Write it on the glass with breath, Promise more than what’s left. We are the bruise that learned to bloom, Teach me a truth I can’t undo— [held note] I choose you, I choose you… Even with sugar on the wound.