
Seven Winters Indoors
waxflyjuce· 3:44 · 1 play · v3-preview
- ethereal
- female vocalist
- nocturnal
- dark
- post-punk
- coldwave
- 2020s
- gothic rock
- darkwave
- minimal wave
Lyrics
Verse 1
Cold tile under bare feet
I count the hours till the hallway dims
Your coat still hangs by the door
And the radiator hums a tired hymn
Something in the plaster breathes
Something in the wiring knows my name
Pre-Chorus
I keep the curtains drawn
I keep the kettle warm for no one
Chorus
Nobody calls at this hour
Nobody calls at this hour
I sit with the quiet like a guest
I sit with the quiet like a guest
Post-Chorus
(Ooh) nobody calls
(Ooh) nobody calls
Verse 2
I wore your ring on a string
Till the string went grey and snapped in two
Now the hallway smells like rain
And the lamp burns blue the whole night through
Pre-Chorus
I answer the phone sometimes
Just to hear a stranger's weather
Chorus
Nobody calls at this hour
Nobody calls at this hour
I sit with the quiet like a guest
I sit with the quiet like a guest
Post-Chorus
(Ooh) nobody calls
(Ooh) nobody calls
Bridge
Seven winters seven doors
Seven reasons I stayed indoors
Every mirror holds a shape
Every shape is turning away
Chorus
Nobody calls at this hour
Nobody calls at this hour
I sit with the quiet like a guest
I sit with the quiet like a guest
Post-Chorus
(Ooh) nobody calls
(Ooh) nobody calls
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