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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Morning comes through the crack
Like it never heard your name
The kettle sighs in the dark
And I stand still in the frame
Your cup by the sink
Has a ring in the glass
I touch that cold little mark
Then I let the moment pass
[Pre-Chorus]
And the curtains move
Like they know
What the hallway keeps
What the hallway won't show
[Chorus]
But the day goes on
The day goes on
I hold your shape
Then it fades in the dawn
The day goes on
The day goes on
I call you close
But the world moves along
[Verse 2]
Bread in the pan goes brown
On a stove left low
The radio tells the time
With a voice I used to know
I walk to the gate
Through the wet front yard
The grass bends under my shoes
Like it's carrying us hard
[Pre-Chorus]
And the sky turns pale
Over cars
Over hands that reach
For their errands, their scars
[Chorus]
But the day goes on
The day goes on
I hold your shape
Then it fades in the dawn
The day goes on
The day goes on
I call you close
But the world moves along
[Bridge]
I thought grief would stop the clocks
Leave the birds at rest
But the sparrows cut the air
Like they know what's best
So I stand in the light
With my open hands
Learning how to love you
In a moving land
[Final Chorus]
And the day goes on
The day goes on
I hold your shape
Then it fades in the dawn
The day goes on
The day goes on
I call you close
But the world moves along
The day goes on
The day goes on
I keep you here
As it carries me on
Details
GeneratedMay 27, 2026
Duration4:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
Cinematic folk in slow 6/8 with brushed harp arpeggios, low cello swells, distant piano felt tones, and mournful fiddle lines; verse stays intimate with fragile female vocal close-miked, pre-chorus opens into held strings and breathy doubles, chorus widens with harmony and a rising fiddle counterline, bridge drops to voice and cello then final chorus returns fuller. Airy, warm, and close, with soft room bloom, reverse swells, and delicate chime sparks between phrases., cello, folk, world, slow, female vocals, harp, emotional, low
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Emotional cinematic folk in slow 6/8 with fragile female vocals, harp, low cello, distant piano and mournful fiddle. A grieving dawn where the world keeps moving anyway. Intimate, aching, deeply human
