
Talking to the Air
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- bittersweet
- folk pop
- indie pop
- bedroom pop
- alt-pop
- female vocalist
- 2020s
- melancholic
- acoustic rock
Lyrics
Verse 1
Four months since the phone rang
Winter hit early in the hall
Empty leather chair
Facing the white wall
I reached for my jacket
Found a receipt from July
It sits in my pocket
Dry
Pre-Chorus
Kitchen is quiet
Staring at your shoes
Still by the doorway
Nothing left to lose
Chorus
Golden heads heavy in the garden patch
Looking for the light we used to catch
Every single morning
Every single morning
Now I only talk to the morning air
Knowing that you aren't really there
Counting every second
Counting every second
Verse 2
I forgot to ask you
How to fix the kitchen sink
Rust in the basin
More than I can think
Funny how the small things
Tear the whole house apart
Headed for the garden
Start
Pre-Chorus
Dirt on my fingers
Memory is gold
Holding on tight now
Doing what I'm told
Chorus
Golden heads heavy in the garden patch
Looking for the light we used to catch
Every single morning
Every single morning
Now I only talk to the morning air
Knowing that you aren't really there
Counting every second
Counting every second
Bridge
Maybe you hear me
Maybe I'm brave
Maybe you see me
Seeds in the gravel
Watching them travel
Turning to the yellow
Turning to the sun
Chorus
Golden heads heavy in the garden patch
Looking for the light we used to catch
Every single morning
Every single morning
Now I only talk to the morning air
Knowing that you aren't really there
Counting every second
Counting every second
Post-Chorus
Watching them bloom
Safe in my room
Wait for the sun
Only for one
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