Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little shoes by the doorway
Coats still hanging on the wall
Cartoons paused on the TV
But no one laughs at all
Names drawn there on the window
Hearts fogged up and then they fade
We keep talking to the silence
Like it might talk back someday
[Chorus]
I walk these halls full of echoes
Calling out
You don’t reply
Every night I set the table
Count to four
Then ask me why
If you can hear me through the distance
Through every mile
Every lie
Come back home to these echoes
I will wait
I will wait
I will try (oh I try)
[Verse 2]
Your bike rusts in the garden
Training wheels still crooked
Shy
Birthday cards in a shoebox
Dates I can’t let pass me by
Posters peeling in your bedroom
Gold star charts still on the door
I keep knocking out of habit
Like you’re just on the floor
[Chorus]
I walk these halls full of echoes
Calling out
You don’t reply
Every night I set the table
Count to four
Then ask me why
If you can hear me through the distance
Through every mile
Every lie
Come back home to these echoes
I will wait
I will wait
I will try
[Bridge]
Maybe you’re under strange skies
Different stars
Same moon up high (same moon)
Do you dream of Sunday mornings
Pancakes
Mess
And sleepy eyes?
If any stranger knows your laughter
Tell them it belongs right here
Tell them love is in this doorway
Tell them we are waiting
Year by year (oh year by year)
[Chorus]
I walk these halls full of echoes
Calling out
You don’t reply
Every night I set the table
Count to four
Then ask me why
If you can hear me through the distance
Through every mile
Every lie
Come back home to these echoes
I will wait
I will wait
I will try
[Outro]
Little shoes by the doorway
I still straighten them in line
Till the day I hear your footsteps
Match the echoes in my mind
Style
folkacoustic-led ballad at 110bpm with male vocals; steady picked g-em-c-d progression on layered acoustic and lightly overdriven electricmelancholy piano answering vocal phrasesgentle 80s-style melodic guitar arpeggios on the toplinewarm pads and soft strings swelling into chorusessubtle reverbs creating a sense of distance and empty spacefinal chorus lifts with stacked harmonies then falls back to a sparseintimate outroacousticsteadyelectricmelancholy
Prompt
G-Em-C-D progression,song about missing children,acoustic-electric guitar layers, a steady rhythm,110bpm,melancholy piano,strings/melodic 80s acoustic guitar riffs arpeggios,subtle orchestration, echo
Credits
Prompt by
80RockMayurBhilarkar
80RockMayurBhilarkarGeneratedMar 9, 2026
ModelAria v5
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