Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They cut me open slow
Under that hard white light
My hands were cold as winter
But I was still alive
I heard my own name calling
From the hall outside
My baby held my fingers
Said, "Baby, stay inside" (stay inside)
[Verse 2]
There was a clock on the wall
Ticking like a chain
Nine stitches on my chest now
Nine ways back from pain
The ceiling had no mercy
Just that bleach and chrome
But I kept one little prayer left
To carry me back home (carry me home)
[Pre-Chorus]
I was broke wide open
Still I found my breath
One more beat in me
One more step from death
[Chorus]
Stitches in my chest
Stitches in my chest
I came back hard
I came back blessed
Stitches in my chest
Stitches in my chest
I kept on going
Through the worst and best (oh, lord)
[Verse 3]
Now I walk a little slower
Got a scar I know by name
It pulls when the weather changes
But I don't feel ashamed
I wear it like a medal
Right where the hurt got through
Every line across my heart now
Means I got back to you (back to you)
[Pre-Chorus]
I was broke wide open
Still I found my breath
One more beat in me
One more step from death
[Chorus]
Stitches in my chest
Stitches in my chest
I came back hard
I came back blessed
Stitches in my chest
Stitches in my chest
I kept on going
Through the worst and best (oh, lord)
[Bridge]
If I disappear one day
Look close, you will see
A little light still shining
From what they gave to me
No, I ain't the same man
But I ain't lost my song
I learned the way back upward
When the night got long
[Chorus]
Stitches in my chest
Stitches in my chest
I came back hard
I came back blessed
Stitches in my chest
Stitches in my chest
I kept on going
And I'm still strong (still strong)
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration4:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues with slow shuffling backbeat, bent guitar phrases, brushed snare, upright bass walk, and a mournful harmonica; verse stays spare with close-mic lead and answering guitar licks, pre-chorus opens with handclaps and a held organ chord, chorus lands on a smoky gang-vocal refrain with short delay throws on the key line. Add tape hiss, chair squeaks, and a turnaround lick into each section. Mix is warm, gritty, and intimate with a dusty club feel., blues
Credits
Prompt byBrightSolo647
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
blues about open heart surgery
