White Tulips - (AI MV)

Some flowers hold the words we never say. “White Tulips” is a story of distance, tender beginnings, and the quiet spaces between two hearts. For every memory that blooms long after its season. Thank you for watching. 🤍 Not manifesting this energy into my life 😭 [Verse 1] How do I tell them I fell for someone I've never even seen? Never heard her say my name, still she found her way into everything. Three A.M. became our little world. You'd say, "Go to sleep." I'd say, "Just five more minutes with you." Then somehow morning found me. [Pre-Chorus] I read between your lines like there were secrets meant for me. Maybe I'm a little foolish, but loving you came easily. [Chorus] She likes white tulips, and words that sound like poetry. She even loves Filipino food, and loud crowds make her wanna leave. She's silly in the sweetest way, has me laughing quietly. And she said she loves my smile— God, I hope she knows what that did to me. I know all these little things, the kind nobody thinks to keep. I memorized the way to her heart— even if it never leads to me. [Verse 2] You come and go like borrowed weather, warm enough to make me stay. And even when the sky gets quiet, I still look for you anyway. Every time I tell my heart maybe I should let you go, you say something soft and simple, and suddenly I don't know. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I love the version of us that only exists at night. Two strangers underneath one moon, making distance feel alright. [Chorus] She likes white tulips, and words that sound like poetry. She even loves Filipino food, and loud crowds make her wanna leave. She's silly in the sweetest way, has me laughing quietly. And she said she loves my smile— God, I wish she could see what hers does to me. I know all these little things, the kind nobody thinks to keep. I memorized the way to her heart— even if it never leads to me. [Bridge] I'd cross oceans just to meet you, just to hear you say my name. To find out if the way I picture you feels anything the same. Maybe someday I'll stand before you with white tulips in my hands, trying not to shake while asking if I could have this dance. And maybe that's too hopeful. Maybe I'm dreaming again. But if loving you is dreaming, let me sleep a little longer then. [Final Chorus] Yeah, she likes white tulips— I'd bring her more than she could hold. She likes pretty words and quiet rooms, and stories waiting to be told. She's silly in the sweetest way. I swear she doesn't even see how someone I've never touched could mean this much to me. I know all these little things, and maybe that's all they'll ever be. But I memorized the way to her heart— hoping someday she'll memorize me. [Outro] So I'll keep the things you tell me, every tiny piece you leave. Your favorite flowers. Your quiet ways. The little things that make you, you. And if I never get to love you any closer than I do— I'll still think of white tulips and somehow think of you.