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Lyrics
[Short Instrumental Intro]
[Fingerstyle Guitar Solo]
[Verse]
[Raspy dark deep painful southern soulful voice]
I buried my truth where the light don’t reach,
Under floorboards laid with Sunday speech.
Wore my guilt like a second skin,
Told myself that silence wins.
But ghosts got ways of rattlin’ back,
And shame don’t fade just ‘cause you act.
[Pre-Chorus]
The preacher said the past is dust —
But I still feel it in my gut.
[Chorus]
I got bones in the floor,
From the man I was before.
Ain’t no blessing in pretend,
Ain’t no grace you don’t defend.
If the saints are keepin’ score,
I’m still knockin’ on that door —
With bones in the floor.
[Melodic Interlude]
[Verse]
I’ve prayed in bars, I’ve lied in church,
Tried to fix what I couldn’t unearth.
But every shovel digs too deep,
And some secrets don’t let you sleep.
So I sing these songs like they’re bail,
For a soul too stubborn to fail.
[Bridge – Spoken Word Bridge]
You don’t clean blood with water clear.
You don’t find peace without draggin’ fear.
I ain’t askin’ for no wings,
I just wanna feel the weight mean things.
[Chorus – Raspy Male Solo]
I got bones in the floor,
From the man I was before.
They creak when I step too true,
Like a voice sayin’ “I see you.”
Ain’t no savin’ what I ignored —
But I still knock...
With bones in the floor.
[Outro]
Let the door swing wide or stay closed.
I’ll be here, just me and my load.
One step more than the day before...
Still draggin’ bones in the floor.
[End]
Details
GeneratedMay 4, 2025
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues rock Southern gothic acoustic soulful raspy
Credits
Prompt by
BrandonJamesBand
BrandonJamesBandModelAria v4
