Empty House Echoes

[Verse 1]
Found your mug on the counter
Lip print fading in the dust
Every floorboard knows our footsteps
Now it only remembers one of us
[Chorus]
This empty house echoes your name
Every quiet room sounds the same
Talk to the walls so I don’t break
Set two plates
Then scrape one away
This empty house
It don’t feel like mine
Since you walked out
It’s just four walls and time
[Verse 2]
Your sweater’s still on the chair back
Sleeves hanging like they’re reaching out
I sleep sideways in the doorway
Like I might keep all the shadows out
[Chorus]
This empty house echoes your name
Every quiet room sounds the same
Talk to the walls so I don’t break
Set two plates
Then scrape one away
This empty house
It don’t feel like mine
Since you walked out
It’s just four walls and time
[Bridge]
I keep the TV on low (oh)
Can’t stand the sound of my own bones
Light one candle at the sink
Watch it tremble when I think
If you opened up that door
Would it recognize you anymore
[Chorus]
This empty house echoes your name
Every quiet room sounds the same
Talk to the walls so I don’t break
Set two plates
Then scrape one away
This empty house
It don’t feel like mine
Just a frame where our old life hangs dry
[Outro]
One cup in the cupboard
One key on the ring
I breathe in the silence
And call it living

folk, Slow, intimate indie folk ballad with male vocals; close-mic’d acoustic guitar leading, soft melodic dobro weeping between vocal lines. Subtle string quartet swells paint the sadness, while a distant, reverb-drenched electric guitar adds ghostly shimmer. Arrangement starts sparse, blooms gently in the second chorus, then falls back to just guitar and voice on the final lines., string quartet, acoustic, electric, indie folk, sad, slow