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[Verse 1]
I found your shirt in a drawer
Still folded like a promise
The collar kept your shape
For one more lonely minute
Every memory came back
Wearing your voice
I swear the room leaned in
Just to hear it too
[Pre-Chorus]
I touched the glass
And lost my name
The old hurt rose
Then said it plain
[Chorus]
Every memory came back
Wearing your voice
Wearing your voice
And I folded right in
I started needing your permission
To remember
To remember
And I hate how true it is
[Verse 2]
The kettle clicked in silence
Like it knew my secrets
I kept the kettle warm
As if you might return
Your laugh in the doorway
Your coat on the chair
I kept making space
For a ghost in the air
[Pre-Chorus]
I touched the glass
And lost my name
The old hurt rose
Then said it plain
[Chorus]
Every memory came back
Wearing your voice
Wearing your voice
And I folded right in
I started needing your permission
To remember
To remember
And I hate how true it is
[Bridge]
If I let go
What stays of me
A ring of salt
A broken key
No map for this
No clean release
Just me awake
And you in me
[Chorus]
Every memory came back
Wearing your voice
Wearing your voice
And I folded right in
I started needing your permission
To remember
To remember
And I hate how true it is
Details
GeneratedJul 22, 2026
Duration3:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
Piano ballad with fingerpicked guitar and faint alto sax, slow and unmoored; verse stays bare with close-mic solo female vocal, soft room tone and sparse arpeggios, pre-chorus opens with a held piano chord and breathy harmony shadow, chorus lifts with stacked doubles and a trembling sax reply, bridge strips to voice and guitar before the final chorus returns with wider piano and a delicate sax line. Warm, intimate, raw, and slightly hushed in the mix., faint, vocal, ballad, raw
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Intimate piano ballad, fingerpicked guitar, faint alto sax. Solo female vocal. “Every memory came back wearing your voice.” “I started needing your permission to remember.” Close-mic, raw. Unmoored.
