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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Three urns on the mantle
Dust in the morning sun
Coffee cup on the table
Set for someone who won’t come
Your sweater on the back chair
Hangs like a quiet ghost
I straighten it every Sunday
Then stand there
Holding my breath close
[Chorus]
So stay
If you’re anywhere near me
In the crack in the door
In the radio hiss
In the space where your name
Still trembles on my lips
Three urns on the mantle
Three winters that won’t pass
I talk to the porcelain
Like it’s you
Come back at last
[Verse 2]
One urn wears your wedding ring
Threaded through the painted rim
I touch it with the kettle steam
My eyes blur
The edges swim
The second holds our daughter
Tiny shoes beneath its place
The laces tied forever
Waiting for her running grace
[Chorus]
So stay
If you’re anywhere near me
In the crack in the door
In the radio hiss
In the space where your name
Still trembles on my lips
Three urns on the mantle
Three winters that won’t pass
I talk to the porcelain
Like it’s you
Come back at last
[Bridge]
The last one’s still unlettered
Blank as a midnight screen
I keep it there as a question
For whatever I still mean
Will someone dust this wood one day
And wonder who we were (who we were)
Read the rings in the tabletop
Like they’re written records of love and hurt
Will they feel this heavy
Holy hush
Where our laughter used to live
Will they trace these faint thumbprints
And forgive what I can’t forgive (oh)
[Chorus]
So stay
If you’re anywhere near me
In the crack in the door
In the radio hiss
In the space where your name
Still trembles on my lips
Three urns on the mantle
Three winters that won’t pass
I talk to the porcelain
Till my voice fades into glass
Details
GeneratedFeb 9, 2026
Duration4:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Gentle acoustic folk ballad in 3/4, male vocals. Fingerpicked guitar and soft upright bass, brushed snare entering on the second verse. Intimate, close-mic vocal for verses; bridge blooms with cello swells and stacked harmonies, then falls back to a single guitar and voice on the final chorus. Warm room reverb, tender and tragically beautiful., ballad, strong, poetic, beautiful
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
Prompt
create a poetic ballad about 3 urns on the mantle, folk with a strong bridge , poetic and tragically beautiful
