Artwork for Vanilla is a Spice by Oneirina

Song

Vanilla is a Spice

A smoky, late-night jazz ballad about everything that hides beneath the surface. Vanilla is a Spice takes the idea of “vanilla” as something simple or ordinary and quietly turns it inside out: sweetness has fire, photographs have shadows, diamonds have dust and every easy answer conceals another story. Against rain-streaked windows, curling smoke and minor-key piano, Oneirina reminds us that the quietest things are often the ones worth listening to most closely.

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Verse

The room smells of burnt sugar
Rain writes cursive on the glass
Your smile wears a borrowed colour
Like a train that never passed
Smoke curls into constellations
Neon melts into the wine
Every stranger owns a secret
Hidden somewhere under mine

Pre Chorus

You called me simple
You called me sweet
You never listened
To the minor key beneath

Chorus

Vanilla is a spice
Just ground a little finer
Every quiet photograph
Has shadows tucked behind her
If you only taste the light
You’ll never know the night survives
We’re singing lullabies for broken screens
Until the static comes alive

Verse

There’s a cathedral in the silence
Between your questions and my name
Every kiss leaves tiny fingerprints
Nobody can quite explain
The moon keeps changing dresses
Behind the velvet of the clouds
Beautiful things whisper softly
Because they’ve nothing left to prove aloud

Pre Chorus

Don’t read the cover
Don’t trust the glow
Every open window
Hides another weather below

Chorus

Vanilla is a spice
Just waiting for the fire
Every ordinary heart
Contains a sleeping choir
If you only taste the light
You’ll never know the night survives
We’re singing lullabies for broken screens
While forgotten stars revive

Bridge

Turn me over
There’s another side
Dust inside the diamonds
Salt beneath the tide
Static in the lullaby
Thunder in the lace
Every easy answer
Wears somebody else’s face

Chorus

Vanilla is a spice
The sweetest things burn slowest
Every map you thought complete
Was only drawing coastlines
So scratch beneath the daylight
Find the colours no one writes
We’re still singing
Lullabies for broken screens
Until the broken screens...
Start dreaming back.