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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Salt on the windows
Paint flaked thin
Kettle left whistling
No one comes in
Footsteps remember
Where you once stood
My shadow is longer
Than our old good
[Chorus]
In this cliffside house
Waves chewing at the foundation
I stare at my hands
Like they’re holding your confession
Every room still warm
From a fire that’s already gone out
In this cliffside house
I’m the echo
I’m the doubt
[Verse 2]
Cup rings on tables
Names carved in wood
Laughter in wallpaper
Faded for good
Your coat by the doorway
Hangs like a sigh
I talk to the silence
It never replies
[Chorus]
In this cliffside house
Waves chewing at the foundation
I stare at my hands
Like they’re holding your confession
Every room still warm
From a fire that’s already gone out
In this cliffside house
I’m the echo
I’m the doubt
[Bridge]
I trace your outline
On the cold glass (oh)
Your face in the frost
Then it slips
Then it slips
I was your future
You were my past
Now you drift through the hallway
And I just… exist
[Chorus]
In this cliffside house
Waves chewing at the foundation
I stare at my hands
Like they’re stained with our intention
Every room still warm
From a life we never worked out
In this cliffside house
I’m the echo
You’re the shout
Details
GeneratedMar 7, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Dreamy post-punk ballad with female vocals; chorus driven by chorus-soaked baritone guitar and steady tom-heavy drums, verses sink into reverb-drenched clean guitar and distant bass; ghostly synth pads swell in the background, bridge strips back to vocal and guitar before a final, crashing full-band outro that smears into atmospheric delay., ballad, post-punk
Credits
Prompt by
TikiShark
TikiSharkModelAria v5
Prompt
Dreamy post-punk ballad: woman alone in an old cliffside house above the sea, staring at her hands as ghosts of lost love and fading memories drift through empty rooms of warmth, regret, and longing.
