[Intro] Old house Dust in the sun Your name Caught on my tongue
[Verse 1] Quiet kitchen Clock barely ticking Same chipped plates Same old sink dripping I see your coat Still on that chair Years keep moving But it hangs there
[Chorus] Echoes of the past Calling through these halls Every little laugh Written on these walls Time keeps stealing Everything it can But it can’t erase The touch of your hand
[Verse 2] Faded letters Folded at the seams Ink turned rust But I taste the dream I read your jokes Hear your low warm drawl Whole damn evening In a three-line scrawl
[Chorus] Echoes of the past Calling through these halls Every little laugh Written on these walls Time keeps stealing Everything it can But it can’t erase The touch of your hand
[Bridge] I keep chasing shadows Up and down the stairs Talking to the silence Like you’re still standing there (oh) If time is just a river I’m stranded on the shore Skimming through the moments That don’t live here anymore
[Chorus] Echoes of the past Drift in like the rain Every drop that falls Calls your name again Time keeps stealing Everything it can But it can’t erase The touch of your hand
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rock, Cinematic blues rock with a slow-burn build: sparse piano and tremolo guitar in the intro, then towering drums and weighty bass swell in. Soulful male baritone vocal; verses sit low and intimate, chorus rises with bent guitar leads answering each vocal phrase. Reverb-drenched organ pads in the background, dynamic lifts into a final, soaring refrain that lingers on the last note., vocal, soulful, emotional, dramatic, slow, blues