Attic Hound

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop / Lo-Fi Nostalgic Pop Genre

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Morning cracks the gable glass Dust rises where the shadows pass A wet nose pushes through the wood Quiet as a prayer understood He holds the light in amber fur A sentinel without a stir No master calls no whistle sound Just attic warmth on old pine floors Ribs show sharp beneath the coat A shade of hunts he used to know Birds flicker in the maple crown He tracks them but he won't come down He holds the light in amber fur A sentinel without a stir No master calls no whistle sound Just attic warmth on old pine floors She knew the hymns the choir sang How breath connects the chords they rang This hound knows that same quiet grace A fermata in this dusty place He holds the light in amber fur A sentinel without a stir No master calls no whistle

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