

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You took the first pill in Mama’s kitchen I chased it down with your old black gin Two foolish girls with the same cracked mirror Tryin’ to crawl right out our skin We sold our rings for a tank of poison We sold our days for a sleepless night You hit the floor in that motel bathroom I swore your name into the light [Chorus] We were two lost sisters in the shadow Diggin’ deep where the sun can’t reach All that hurt hangin’ off our shoulders Like wet clothes on a line by the creek But we crawled Then we stumbled Then we stood up clean Now the river runs through us Not through a needle dream Two scarred-up sisters in the shadow (oh) Walkin’ out where the light can meet [Verse 2] You shook for weeks on that thrift-store mattress I sang you hymns I barely knew Counted tiles on the ceiling Counted demons Watched your brown eyes fade back to blue I poured the bottle in the Sunday gutter You flushed the powder down the rusted drain We buried baggies under busted kudzu Like we were planting all our pain [Chorus] We were two lost sisters in the shadow Diggin’ deep where the sun can’t reach All that hurt hangin’ off our shoulders Like wet clothes on a line by the creek But we crawled Then we stumbled Then we stood up clean Now the river runs through us Not through a needle dream Two scarred-up sisters in the shadow (yeah) Walkin’ out where the light can meet [Bridge] Now your laugh’s loud in Mama’s kitchen (hey) My hands don’t shake when I hold your face We still got ghosts in the hallway Honey But they can’t keep up with our pace [Chorus] We were two lost sisters in the shadow Diggin’ deep where the sun can’t reach All that hurt hangin’ off our shoulders Like wet clothes on a line by the creek But we crawled Then we stumbled Now we walk in time Got our names back Our days back Our own damn lives Two strong young women from the shadow (oh Lord) Singin’ home as the sky turns peach
Tags
rock, Dusty delta blues fused with moody indie rock; female vocals with a weary, smoky edge. Fingerpicked resonator guitar trades licks with a tremolo-drenched electric; slow, swinging groove anchored by a deep, haunting bassline and brushed snare. Verses stay close and intimate, almost whispered; chorus swells with doubled vocals and ghostly slide fills. Final verse strips back to voice and bass, then the band creeps in for a raw, redemptive outro., blues, indie rock, delta blues
5:19
No
1/22/2026