Fallen | Dark Country Records (Cinematic Western Ballad)

Описание: A man alone with a letter, a bottle, and the weight of what he’s lost. Fallen drifts through the smoke and memory of an old love that never stopped haunting him. This is the sound of dust, regret, and a soul still trying to pray.

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Fallen blends dark Americana and cinematic western tones — a slow confession wrapped in reverb, slide guitar, and the sound of rain on old wood.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
There’s a letter on the table,
Stained with coffee and your tears.
I been readin’ it all morning,
Can’t believe it’s been those years.
The house still smells like Sunday,
When your hair was in my hands.
Now it’s just the dust and memory,
And a ring that don’t fit my hand.

[Chorus]
I’m fallen, baby, fallen slow.
Ain’t no bottom left below.
You were mercy, you were sin.
Now I’m payin’ once again.
Every prayer turns into wine.
Every truth sounds like a lie.
I’m fallen, baby, fallen slow,
And I can’t let you go.

[Verse 2]
I still talk to you at midnight,
Like the whiskey understands.
Your ghost sits in the corner,
Same dress, same quiet plans.
The preacher said forgiveness
Is a bridge a man must cross.
But I burned that thing to ashes,
Just to feel the loss.

[Chorus]
I’m fallen, baby, fallen slow.
Ain’t no bottom left below.
You were mercy, you were sin.
Now I’m payin’ once again.
Every prayer turns into wine.
Every truth sounds like a lie.
I’m fallen, baby, fallen slow,
And I can’t let you go.

[Bridge]
There’s a tune in my bones,
You used to hum it low.
Now it plays through the walls,
Like the house still knows.
If heaven’s real, it’s just your smile,
Waitin’ down that line.
And I’d trade my soul tonight,
Just to call you mine.

[Final Chorus]
I’m fallen, baby, fallen slow.
Ain’t no mercy left to show.
If you’re somewhere warm and right,
Keep a light on through the night.
Every sin I ever owned,
Every road I’ve walked alone.
I’m fallen, baby, fallen slow,
But I’m comin’ home.

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