

Prompt / 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
Tags
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
3:52
No
3/7/2026