Track · Jun 2, 2026 · English

Silver at the Temple

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Duration

4:08

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I found your old porch chair

By the back fence gate

Sun on your silver hair

Looked like a second fade

Your hands still know the latch

Your laugh still fills the room

But time left little marks

In the corners of you

[Pre-Chorus]

And I keep thinking

I should call more often

I keep thinking

I should come by more

[Chorus]

Give them more time

Let the hours slow down

Let the years be kind

Give them more time

I’m still your kid

And I’m not done yet

[Verse 2]

Dad on the kitchen stool

Reading through the ache

Mom with the same blue bowl

Humming while she bakes

Gray in the morning light

Soft on both your heads

Like winter finding fields

Before the wheat is dead

[Pre-Chorus]

And I keep thinking

I should stay a little longer

I keep thinking

I should learn your roads

[Chorus]

Give them more time

Let the hours slow down

Let the years be kind

Give them more time

I’m still your kid

And I’m not done yet

[Bridge]

If I could fold the clock

I’d leave it on your shelf

I’d bring back easy Sundays

And a younger version of myself

I’d sit here at this table

Until the whole night bled

Just to hear your stories

One more time instead

[Chorus]

Give them more time

Let the hours slow down

Let the years be kind

Give them more time

I’m still your kid

And I’m not done yet

[Outro]

Gray at the temple

Warm in the light

I’m learning love is time

And time is how we try

Style

slow indie-pop ballad with brushed drums and warm piano arpeggios at a gentle half-time pulse; verse stays intimate with sparse piano and fingerpicked guitarpre-chorus opens with low strings and breathy doubleschorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a wide sustained pad. vocal stays close-mic and tenderwith soft octave doubles on key linesdelay throws on the last word of each chorusand a few intimate gang replies. ear candy: tape hissreversed piano swells into the pre-chorusand a faint celesta sparkle before the final chorus. mix is warmbrightand room-shapedwith a cinematic but personal glow.slow

Prompt

Slow song about my parents hair turning gray and needing more time

Credits

Prompt byBrightDream869

GeneratedJun 2, 2026

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