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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He forgets what the morning felt like
Coffee goes cold by his hand
He counts every crack in the ceiling
Like hours that never began
[Chorus]
This quiet room at the end of the hall
Keeps swallowing sound
Swallowing all
He’s fading inside his own tired skin
One slow breath closer to giving in
[Verse 2]
Photograph faces turned downward
Names slipping out of his reach
He mouths empty words at the mirror
But nothing comes out as a speech
[Chorus]
This quiet room at the end of the hall
Keeps swallowing sound
Swallowing all
He’s fading inside his own tired skin
One slow breath closer to giving in
[Bridge]
He circles the edge of the mattress (oh)
Like someone might pull him away
But chairs stay arranged in their corners
And colors drain into gray
[Chorus]
This quiet room at the end of the hall
Keeps swallowing sound
Swallowing all
He’s fading inside his own tired skin
One slow breath closer to giving in
One slow breath closer
To giving in
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration3:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Sparse chamber-folk ballad with male vocals, close-mic’d and fragile. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano carry the verses; a small string quartet swells in the chorus with dissonant voicings that tug at the edges. Subtle upright bass and brushed snare enter halfway, deepening the tension. Build from intimate whisper to an aching, almost-breaking final chorus, then end on a single held violin note and bare vocal., poetic, chamber pop
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
Prompt
folk indie chamber pop song about a man, who sits alone, losing his mind from his depression, dying from it. dont use any words related to ghosts, nature, decay or homes. poetic and hanting lyrics
