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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mug on the rail
Steam in the pale blue air
You laugh in your sweater sleeves
Wind tugs at your hair
Screen door leans
Paint cracked
Hanging tight
You say
"This house is nothing much"
I say
"It’s my favorite sight"
[Chorus]
You’re my warm porch light
Glowing on a cold night
Little gold circle in a big dark sky
Every time I’m lost
You’re the reason why
I turn back home
I turn back home
[Verse 2]
Old chain swing
Creaks on the same low note
Your feet brushing dust and leaves
My name on your throat
Mailbox dents
From kids and heavy snow
You trace the letters where it’s rusted through
Say
"We’ve got miles to go"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Let the town fade out
Just the crickets and the floorboards now
[soft stomps
Handclaps enter]
Every shadow on these walls
Knows the way we fall
Then somehow
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 26, 2025
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Gentle indie-folk with soft male vocals. Intimate fingerpicked acoustic in the verses, close-miked and woody, with warm upright bass and a soft brushed groove. Choruses bloom into lightly swung strummed guitars, stomps and handclaps under a small-room reverb, plus subtle double-tracked hooks on the title line. Dynamics stay tender but build just enough to feel communal by the final chorus., male vocals, acoustic, soft, warm, gentle
Credits
Prompt by
HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
folk, Gentle indie-folk with soft male vocals. Fingerpicked acoustic riff in the verses, warm upright bass, soft brushed groove. Choruses open with strummed, slightly swung guitars and stomps/claps
