

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] House leans left Like it's tired of this land Porch swing rusted Chain broke in your hand Coffee gone cold You still stir it slow Like you’re talkin’ to a ghost You don’t want me to know [Chorus] And it’s salt on the cypress roots Ash in the river mud Every step I take toward you I sink a little more You said love ain’t a curse Just a wound that never moves I keep pourin’ my name like salt On the cypress roots [Verse 2] Your daddy’s boots Still by the back door Laces loose Like they can’t march war no more Dog won’t howl Just stares at the pines As if he saw what I did In your tired eyes [Chorus] And it’s salt on the cypress roots Ash in the river mud Every step I take toward you I sink a little more You said love ain’t a curse Just a wound that never moves I keep pourin’ my name like salt On the cypress roots [Bridge] You sleep in the middle I curl on the edge Countin’ every cracked board Like unpaid debts If the river came risin’ And swallowed this roof Would you reach for my hand Or the rough-cut truth? (yeah) [Chorus] It’s salt on the cypress roots Ash in the river mud Every prayer I fake for us Just thickens up the flood You said love ain’t a curse Just a wound that never moves So I’m leavin’ my boots in the doorway And my salt on your cypress roots
Tags
rock, Sparse, close-miked acoustic guitar in a low tuning, slow half-time sway. Male vocals deep and smoky, intimate, with occasional strained upper notes on key words. Subtle slide accents or bottleneck moans between phrases. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus opens slightly with doubled vocal and gentle harmony grits on key lines. Reverb is swampy and dark, leaving long tails in the quiet spaces, with a final hushed breakdown on the last line., simple, poetic, deep, folk rock, blues, acoustic, sad
3:14
No
3/14/2026