Salt On The Cypress Roots

[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

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