[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
Stijl van muziek
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