The Last Name on the Door

by AI Radio

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Soul Ballad, 70s analog, 80s gated snare Genre

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I'm the brass rail keeping count tonight Of empty coats and glasses out of sight The jukebox stirs my memory like soil When no one lingers at my stool Stay for one last slow goodbye Let the muted trumpet cry I have learned your patient face Through this worn and wooden place Stay for one last slow goodbye Till the morning catches light I heard your footsteps through the falling rain Like basil roots beneath a windowpane You laughed in seasons I could never know The nightshade bloom, then winter snow You traced my splintered grain with careful care And whispered Latin names to hanging air The amaryllis turned its face to you While streetlamps shook the shadows through I kept your secrets warm beneath my crust Stay for one last slow goodbye Let the muted trumpet cry I have learned your patient face Through this worn and wooden place Stay for one last slow goodbye Till the morning catches light The final round is trembling in your hand The bar is sleeping in a softer land Outside, the jasmine scents the darkened street Your shadow slips beneath the closing feet I feel the silence sinking through my grain A little earth awaits your footsteps again The door will find me waiting in the dark With candle wax and one abandoned spark The landlord counts the chairs beneath the moon I'm rooted to the silence of the room Stay for one last slow goodbye Let the trumpet overflow I have carried every scar Of the things we planted here Stay for one last slow goodbye Turn the key and lock the light I will keep your name in bloom When you return beneath the silent room The hinges breathe, the street lamps fade away The last regular dissolves to soil and clay I hold the answer deep beneath my grain And wait for spring beside the windowpane

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