[Intro] [soft violin Slow and wavering] You can hear the chairs remember Every weight they used to hold China chipped along the edges Names and ages growing old [Verse 1] I pour one cup of coffee Set another by your plate Talk to shadows in the doorway Let the morning hesitate Your sweater on the armrest Dust has learned your shape by heart Every cupboard keeps your laughter Like a light that won’t go dark [Chorus] Love is a ghost at the kitchen table (mmm) Breathing in the steam from the evening stew Every little crack in this crooked cradle Whispers “I was built to carry you” Family is the echo that never leaves the room Love is a ghost But it feels like you [Verse 2] You’re humming with the kettle That high and haunted little tune (ahh) I answer in a gravel rumble Broken mirror to your moon We count the children on the fridge door Faded colors Magnets weak Every finger paint confession Every missing baby tooth you keep [Pre-Chorus] You ask me “Will they remember?” I say “More than you can know” Every meal Each midnight tremor They were seeds we didn’t know we’d sown [Chorus] Love is a ghost at the kitchen table (mmm) Breathing in the steam from the evening stew Every little crack in this crooked cradle Whispers “I was built to carry you” Family is the echo that never leaves the room Love is a ghost But it feels like you [Bridge] [female vocal leads Brighter harmony rises] Watch them laughing in the hallway Tiny storms of socks and shoes (ooh) They are all our little always Running through these borrowed rooms [male joins Tempo lifting slightly] Let the old pain keep on trembling Let the good days ring like bells We are living in the middle Of the stories they will tell (hey) [Final Chorus] Love is a ghost at the kitchen table But the house is full of singing names Every empty seat is a quiet cradle Waiting for the ones that came from us And came Family is a river running through this room Love is a ghost But it feels like you [Outro] [violin returns Softer Now tender] One more cup on the table One more chair left pulled in close Low voice High and fragile halo Family of flesh And of ghosts

Sparse, tremolo-string intro with solo violin weeping on top, then brushed drums and upright bass ease in. Male vocals in a Leonard Cohen–style low, fragile whisper; airy, high female harmonies entering like a distant echo. First half stays minor and hushed, then gentle modulation into a warmer major feel as the story turns hopeful. Final chorus swells with layered strings, piano, and a small choir texture, then drops back to just violin and voices for the last line., vocal, happy, slow, violin, sad

Ghosts At The Kitchen Table