Salt On The Family Table by IndieTheremin - Zona

Salt On The Family Table

Track · Feb 1, 2026 · English

Salt On The Family Table

Duration

3:59

Language

English

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

Style

folkmelancholic indie-folk ballad with dampened upright piano and close-mic’d fingerpicked acoustichushed female vocals right in the listener’s ear. verse one sparse and intimate; subtle room reverb for a cinematic halo. chorus swells with soft harmonieslow stringsand a distant pad. dynamics stay fragilebuilding tension through harmony shifts and pauses more than volume. occasional breathy ad-libs and a finallingering chord that fades into ambient noise.female vocalsacousticpoeticbreathy

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

Credits

Prompt byIndieTheremin

GeneratedFeb 1, 2026

ModelAria v5