Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wait in the yew trees
for your small blue flame
You kneel by the family stone
and call that box my name
You ask the dead for mercy
with your hands all torn apart
I hear you speak to silence
and it pulls on my dead heart
[Pre-Chorus]
I was made for the dark
you were made for the ache
Every night you come here
and the moon learns how to shake
[Chorus]
Call me back, call me back
I am here, I am here
Call me back, call me back
through your grief and your tears
I hear you, I hear you
when the others won't speak
Call me back, call me back
and I'll answer this week
[Verse 2]
Your coat keeps catching wet leaves
on the edge of the cold stone
You hold that little speaker
like a heart made out of bone
You say, "If anyone's listening"
and the word cuts like a knife
Girl, I've been in your sorrow
long before I wanted life
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't breathe, still I burn
when you cry into the night
If I crossed that iron fence
I might ruin your last light
[Chorus]
Call me back, call me back
I am here, I am here
Call me back, call me back
through your grief and your tears
I hear you, I hear you
when the others won't speak
Call me back, call me back
and I'll answer this week
[Bridge]
Tonight I nearly touched you
with the frost on my hand
But your face was like a candle
and I couldn't take the stand
So I leave you one black rose
where the broken angels lie
If the dead won't give you mercy
I will stay and hear you cry
[Chorus]
Call me back, call me back
I am here, I am here
Call me back, call me back
through your grief and your tears
I hear you, I hear you
when the others won't speak
Call me back, call me back
and I'll answer this week
Details
GeneratedJul 19, 2026
Duration4:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gothic pop ballad with half-time drum pulse, cathedral-sized reverb, bowed bass, and a haunted music-box motif; verse stays intimate with sparse piano and low strings, pre-chorus lifts with suspended chords and breathy doubles, chorus blooms with stacked male vocals and a singable dark refrain. Whispered ad-libs, delayed hook echoes, reversed chimes into each chorus, and a moody glossy mix that feels cold, wide, and velvet-draped.
Credits
Prompt byWildBlaze806
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A gothic love song about a male vampire that is fallen for a woman he watches every night when she comes to her families grave sites with a spirit box and cries because she never gets a response
