Ashes in the Teacup
v4
@Hoyen de Gozosan
Ashes in the Teacup
v4
@Hoyen de Gozosan
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Coffee cup gone cold
Your lipstick on the rim
Curtains barely open
Room heavy, sinkin in
That chair still pulled out
Like you just stood to leave
Your scarf on the handle
Smells like winter and grief
[Chorus]
How do I talk to the silence
When it’s wearing your name on its tongue
Every word I try to whisper
Falls apart before it’s sung
You were my last, low candle
Now I’m staring at the smoke above
Just me and the echo of footsteps
In a house that forgot how to love
[Verse 2]
The clock skips a second
Each time I say your name
Your shadow on the doorway
Keeps losing its shape
I pour two cups from habit
Set your favorite at your place
Then watch the steam grow restless
Like it’s searching for your face
[Chorus]
How do I talk to the silence
When it’s wearing your name on its tongue
Every word I try to whisper
Falls apart before it’s sung
You were my last, low candle
Now I’m staring at the smoke above
Just me and the echo of footsteps
In a house that forgot how to love
[Bridge]
I tried to play your records
But the needle just complains
Every scratch sounds like a question
Every note, another ache
If you ever walk back through that doorway (hey…)
Leave your sorry at the door
I’d rather feel the weight of your anger
Than this soft, unending war
[Chorus]
How do I talk to the silence
When it’s wearing your name on its tongue
Every word I try to whisper
Falls apart before it’s sung
You were my last, low candle
Now I’m staring at the smoke above
Just me and the echo of footsteps
In a house that forgot how to love
[Outro]
So I raise this chipped glass to the doorway
To the night you chose to stay gone
Let the horn cry out what I can’t say
Till the sorrow plays me out, then moves on
Coffee cup gone cold
Your lipstick on the rim
Curtains barely open
Room heavy, sinkin in
That chair still pulled out
Like you just stood to leave
Your scarf on the handle
Smells like winter and grief
[Chorus]
How do I talk to the silence
When it’s wearing your name on its tongue
Every word I try to whisper
Falls apart before it’s sung
You were my last, low candle
Now I’m staring at the smoke above
Just me and the echo of footsteps
In a house that forgot how to love
[Verse 2]
The clock skips a second
Each time I say your name
Your shadow on the doorway
Keeps losing its shape
I pour two cups from habit
Set your favorite at your place
Then watch the steam grow restless
Like it’s searching for your face
[Chorus]
How do I talk to the silence
When it’s wearing your name on its tongue
Every word I try to whisper
Falls apart before it’s sung
You were my last, low candle
Now I’m staring at the smoke above
Just me and the echo of footsteps
In a house that forgot how to love
[Bridge]
I tried to play your records
But the needle just complains
Every scratch sounds like a question
Every note, another ache
If you ever walk back through that doorway (hey…)
Leave your sorry at the door
I’d rather feel the weight of your anger
Than this soft, unending war
[Chorus]
How do I talk to the silence
When it’s wearing your name on its tongue
Every word I try to whisper
Falls apart before it’s sung
You were my last, low candle
Now I’m staring at the smoke above
Just me and the echo of footsteps
In a house that forgot how to love
[Outro]
So I raise this chipped glass to the doorway
To the night you chose to stay gone
Let the horn cry out what I can’t say
Till the sorrow plays me out, then moves on
Style of Music
jazz, Slow, smoky jazz ballad with brushed drums, upright bass, and close-mic male vocals. Mournful sax and sorrowful trumpet trade call-and-response phrases between vocal lines; piano adds sparse, low voicings and occasional high, fragile chords. Intimate late-night club vibe, lots of air around the horns, vocal right in the listener’s ear., ballad, saxophone, slow, emotional
