Cliffside House

[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

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