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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sunday phone call
Let it ring out
Name on the screen
Like a burned-out town
Photos in boxes
Faces turned down
I trace the corners
Then put them face down
[Chorus]
I keep the salt on the family table
Though no one’s coming
No one’s staying
Every chair a little fable
Of what I’m taking
What I’m saving
I light a match
Then hide the flame
Say it’s the wind
Say it’s the weather
I wear the guilt
But keep my name
Stitched to the inside of my sweater (oh)
[Verse 2]
You wrote a letter
I learned each fold
Never the sentences
Just how it felt to hold
I left it sealed
In the second drawer
Tell myself mercy
Is walking past that door
[Chorus]
I keep the salt on the family table
Though no one’s coming
No one’s staying
Every chair a little fable
Of what I’m taking
What I’m saving
I light a match
Then hide the flame
Say it’s the wind
Say it’s the weather
I wear the guilt
But keep my name
Stitched to the inside of my sweater
[Bridge]
If I come back
Do I come back small?
Hands in pockets
Eyes on the wall
Or do I stay
A ghost in my skin
Choosing the silence
Again and again (mmm)
[Chorus]
I keep the salt on the family table
For every story I won’t mention
Empty plates
A fragile label
Love and distance
Both inventions
I light a match
Then hide the flame
Say it’s the wind
Say it’s whatever
I break the line
Then take the blame
And call it duty
Call it self-preserve forever
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Melancholic indie-folk ballad with dampened upright piano and close-mic’d fingerpicked acoustic, hushed female vocals right in the listener’s ear. Verse one sparse and intimate; subtle room reverb for a cinematic halo. Chorus swells with soft harmonies, low strings, and a distant pad. Dynamics stay fragile, building tension through harmony shifts and pauses more than volume. Occasional breathy ad-libs and a final, lingering chord that fades into ambient noise., female vocals, acoustic, poetic, breathy
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Melancholic indie-folk, dampened piano, fingerpicked acoustic guitar. Hushed, breathy female vocals. Cinematic, atmosphe Poetic, cryptic lyrics about family estrangement. Themes of guilt self-preserve
