lyrics
[Verse 1]
Your coat still hangs by the door
Like you might come back for more
One cup cold by the sink
I don’t even want to think
Your key ring in the bowl
Makes a little silver hole
In the life we used to keep
Now the house just listens deep
[Pre-Chorus]
I try to leave the room
But the floor knows your name
Every step I take
Takes me back the same
[Chorus]
I’m still here
You’re still gone
I keep breathing
To hold on
If I call out
Will you hear?
I’m still here
You’re still gone
[Verse 2]
I folded up your shirt
Then I wore it just to hurt
Your old song in my chest
Playing less and less and less
I saw your boots by the wall
Didn’t move them after all
I let the dust collect
Like I let go, I guess
[Pre-Chorus]
I try to sleep it through
But the dark won’t stay kind
It keeps laying your face
Right across my mind
[Chorus]
I’m still here
You’re still gone
I keep breathing
To hold on
If I call out
Will you hear?
I’m still here
You’re still gone
[Bridge]
Maybe love was just a door
We both stood at
Maybe I was reaching for
Something we could never have
Now the hinges sing alone
When the wind gets rough
I keep turning toward the sound
Like it might be enough
[Final Chorus]
I’m still here
You’re still gone
I keep breathing
To hold on
If I call out
Will you hear?
I’m still here
You’re still gone
I’m still here
I’m still here
音樂風格
Acoustic ballad with sparse fingerpicked nylon or steel-string guitar only, slow 6/8 sway and plenty of air; verse stays bare and intimate, pre-chorus lifts with a slight dynamic swell, chorus opens into a cracked, aching confession before falling back to near-whispered edges. Male vocals in a mid-range natural delivery, slightly cracked and strained, double-tracked softly in the chorus with a few late phrase echoes. Tiny chair creaks and string squeaks sit close in the mix; final refrain lets the last chord ring wide and raw, intimate close-mic and unpolished., raw, ballad, acoustic, male vocals, natural, sad