Echoes of the Past
v4
@Hoyen de Gozosan
Echoes of the Past
v4
@Hoyen de Gozosan
Lyrics
[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
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
Style of Music
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
