Echoes Of The Wind

Sparse organic folk: wooden hand percussion, single Spanish guitar with wide stereo reverb, soft male vocals up close, Intimate verses over fingerpicked arpeggios; chorus blooms with rhythmic strums and layered humming, Subtle room ambience carries the "wind" motif, ending on a lingering unresolved chord

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[Verse 1] Dust on the table Two cups gone cold Your jacket by the doorway Like a story never told I walk through the quiet Hear your keys in the hall Just branches on the window Still I answer when they call [Chorus] Echoes of the wind What could have been Will never be Your name in the distance Breaking in pieces All over me Echoes of the wind What could have been Will never be [Verse 2] We planned out the summer On the back of a bill Ink bled through the paper Those promises stand still Now calendars are empty But the dates still glare Little circles on the fridge door Like you’re almost there [Chorus] [Bridge] I trace our little map Across my shaking hand Every crossed-out city Every crossed-out plan I open up the window Let it take what’s left of me If the breeze remembers us Let it keep the memory [Chorus]

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