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Frames of You (House of Memories) by Jules

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Frames of You (House of Memories)

Indie Rock

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[Intro ] Clean arpeggio, a low drum tap — fold the night into the chord. [Verse 1] I don't want to wake up from this big dream, My map of daylight frays at the seam. I still carry you, a ribbon through my veins, Paper boats on the sink, faded ticket stains. [Pre-Chorus ] The vultures cut the skyline, counting out the hours, I search for small keepsakes — the smell of rain on flowers. A jar of coins on the shelf for wishes that never flew, I learn the shape of silence when it comes back to you. [Chorus ] Frames of you — frames of you (repeat) So many photos filling the corners of my room. Frames of you — frames of you (repeat) Trophies are few, but every snapshot feels like proof. My blood remembers this day's bright ache, I keep reaching though the silence weighs. Frames of you — frames of you. [Verse 2] I live what I can live, for where I have to go, In the night I conquer silence and learn to row. The absence makes a hollow, a slow and honest drum, I hold the lighter, count the names, the songs you hummed. [Pre-Chorus 2] There are no grand goodbyes, only small domestic signs — A coffee ring, a postcard, the way the lamp still shines. I fold the story into pockets where the quiet grows anew, Each little thing a sentence that keeps bringing me to you. [Bridge ] I kept the pocket watch — I never wound it back, Kept the last glass half-full beside your photograph. Take one last drink with me, let the memory stay true. No ghosts in this house, they are pure memories — and you. [Chorus — Full Band] Frames of you — frames of you (repeat) Photos stacked like islands on the ocean of this room. Frames of you — frames of you (repeat) A few small trophies, but the light still spells your name in bloom. My blood remembers this day's bright ache, I keep reaching though the silence weighs. Frames of you — frames of you. [Outro ] In the sky the vultures wheel, but time feels thin and kind, We become more than endings when the picture keeps our minds. Leave the lantern burning, I'll toast the way you moved, One last drink to you, and the house remembers love.