Hollow

folk, Dark folk ballad with male vocals; close-miked, fragile delivery over sparse acoustic guitar and somber piano, Cinematic strings swell slowly from a low drone into aching, minor-key chords on the choruses, Intimate, almost room-noise-level production; breaths and vocal cracks stay in, Final chorus rises in intensity with layered low harmonies, then drops back to a single voice and a lingering piano chord, somber, deep, vocal, acoustic, raw, emotional

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[Verse 1] Ash in the basin Wax on your name Dust on the picture frame I set one place at the table For a ghost that never came [Chorus] Hollow, I am hollow Like a cup you never filled Call your name into the quiet Hear it circle, never still If there’s mercy in the marrow Let it rise, or let it spill Hollow, I am hollow And I think I always will [Verse 2] Knife in the drawer Still stained with our days Bread going hard on the plate Every small ordinary corner Keeps the shape of your escape [Chorus] Hollow, I am hollow Like a cup you never filled Call your name into the quiet Hear it circle, never still If there’s mercy in the marrow Let it rise, or let it spill Hollow, I am hollow And I think I always will [Bridge] I trace your shadow in the dust A rough, unfinished prayer If leaving was your only truth Why do I feel you everywhere? [Chorus] Hollow, I am hollow Like a vow we couldn’t keep All these rooms become a chapel Where I kneel but cannot speak If there’s mercy in the marrow Take this weight, or take my will Hollow, I am hollow And I think I always will

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