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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dust on the window
Key in my hand
But the lock is gone
Name on the mailbox
Faded like the number on the door
[Chorus]
I wanna go back to that old house
Where the floorboards knew my name
Where the cracks in the paint
Held the weight of every day
I carry it around like a photograph
Folded in my chest somehow
I wanna go back to that old house
And learn how to stand up now
[Verse 2]
Echo in the hallway
Laughing on the stairs that aren't there
Coffee cup in my palm
I swear I still smell August in the air
[Chorus]
I wanna go back to that old house
Where the floorboards knew my name
Where the cracks in the paint
Held the weight of every day
I carry it around like a photograph
Folded in my chest somehow
I wanna go back to that old house
And learn how to stand up now
[Bridge]
Maybe it's gone
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe the walls live on in my voice
If I get strong
If I hold on
I'll build it again with every choice
[Chorus]
I wanna go back to that old house
Where the floorboards knew my name
Where the cracks in the paint
Held the weight of every day
I won't live forever in the past
But I won't let it fade out now
I’m bringing that old house with me
Every time I grow back up somehow
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
Intimate acoustic ballad with male vocals, close-miked guitar and soft fingerpicking. Verses stay hushed and fragile; chorus swells with warm doubled vocals and a light harmony on key phrases. Subtle upright bass and brushed percussion slide in on the second chorus to lift the emotion, then everything strips back to solo guitar for the final line., strong
Credits
Prompt by
AgaB
AgaBModelAria v5
Prompt
I've been thinking about Missing house full of memories. I feel Nostagic. I want to Come back to my house. I hope to become more Strong. My favorite genre of music is Acustic.
