Echoes of the Past I Babylon On Fire

A sparse, fingerpicked acoustic guitar sets a slow, melancholic reggae rhythm—emphasizing those classic off-beats—creating a foundation for this introspective ballad. "Echoes of the Past" is a song about memory, loss, and the quiet, persistent weight of history that lives in the spaces we once called home.

Through dusty photographs, ticket stubs, and the scent of a forgotten presence, the song explores how the past is never truly gone. It lives in the floorboards, the silence, and becomes a "deep and silent, inland sea" we learn to carry.

🎵 LYRICS

[Solo acoustic guitar intro .]


[Verse 1]
Dusty photographs in a sun-faded box,
A forgotten melody the old door unlocks.
Whispers on the wind, a familiar sigh,
Echoes of a laugh I can't deny.
The floorboards creak a story of their own,
In this quiet house I once called home.

[Chorus]
And these echoes of the past,
Are shadows that they cast.
A silent, slow-moving tide,
With nowhere left to hide.
Oh, these echoes of the past,
They're built to last.

[Verse 2]
Found a ticket stub for a long-closed show,
From a golden age I used to know.
Your handwriting, a ghost upon a page,
Turns the final chapter, seals the cage.
Every room I enter, every empty chair,
Holds the fading scent of you still there.

[Chorus]
And these echoes of the past,
Are shadows that they cast.
A silent, slow-moving tide,
With nowhere left to hide.
Oh, these echoes of the past,
They're built to last.

[Bridge]
And I try to outrun the sound,
But it's in the very ground I walk upon.
I shout to break the spell,
But my own voice rings the bell…
…that calls your name.

[Guitar Interlude]

[Verse 3]
So I'll sit here with the silence and the dust,
And learn to live with this decaying trust.
Not in finding answers, not in making new,
Just in learning how to carry you.
A quiet weight, a part of me,
A deep and silent, inland sea.

[Final Chorus]
And these echoes of the past,
Are shadows that they cast.
A silent, slow-moving tide,
With nowhere left to hide.
Oh, these echoes of the past,
They're built to last.

[Outro]

🌿 For those sitting with memory
🕊️ For those learning how to hold what’s gone
🎶 Let the rhythm breathe. Let the past speak softly.

🌱 Thank you for listening.
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