[Verse 1] You left your sweater on my chair Smells like August Like late trains and tired laughs I still talk to the air you shared
[Pre-Chorus] Every corner of this room Knows your bare feet Knows your tune I keep pretending I moved on But the silence hums your name
[Chorus] You’re my late night echo Calling from the dark of my phone Every “maybe” ringing in my bones I hang up But I don’t let go You’re my late night echo Running down the halls of my chest Every word you never said Still shaking in the walls I know You’re my late night echo (oh) My late night echo
[Verse 2] There’s half a glass on the nightstand Lipstick fading Like the way you used to kiss Then turn away before you’d miss me
[Pre-Chorus] Every street outside this place Wears your shadow on its face I keep pretending I’m brand-new But my future sounds like you
[Chorus] You’re my late night echo Calling from the dark of my phone Every “maybe” ringing in my bones I hang up But I don’t let go You’re my late night echo Running down the halls of my chest Every word you never said Still shaking in the walls I know You’re my late night echo (yeah) My late night echo
[Bridge] If you walked back through that door I’d play it cool I’d lie for sure (yeah) But my hands would shake My voice would break I still bend whenever you say my name
[Chorus] You’re my late night echo Calling from the dark of my phone Every “maybe” ringing in my bones I hang up But I don’t let go You’re my late night echo Running down the halls of my chest Every word you never said Still shaking in the walls I know You’re my late night echo My late night echo (oh) My late night echo
A zene stílusa
Smoky R&B slow jam, 72 BPM, warm Rhodes and woozy electric guitar over a round, vinyl-textured kick and deep bass. Male vocals sit intimate and close, doubled in the hook with soft falsetto ad-libs. Subtle organ swells and finger snaps in the verses; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a gentle, rising synth pad. Reverb-kissed guitar licks answer the vocal lines, with a short, tasteful octave guitar fill after the bridge., blues