Last Train Home

Sparse piano ballad with soft strings and distant pads, very slow tempo, Female vocals close to the mic, breathy and intimate, Verses stay minimal with just piano and a touch of reverb; chorus widens with gentle string swells and stacked harmonies, then falls back to near silence between phrases, Subtle swells and a late bridge lift the emotion without ever breaking the calm, slow, sad

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[Verse 1] Your coat still hangs On the second chair Coffee ring In the cup you left there I wash the plate But the mark stays dark Like the way your name Still glows in my heart [Chorus] This is the last train home But you’re not waiting at the station Just my face in the glass Shaking with the hesitation If I close my eyes I still feel your hand in mine On this last train home I ride alone I ride alone [Verse 2] Your side of the bed Cool and too wide I sleep on the edge So I don’t slide Into memories That pull me back To the creaking floor And your faded laugh [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] I count the lamps As they drift outside Each little light Is a lost goodbye If I make it back To our quiet street Will I finally learn To let you leave [Chorus]

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