Lyrics: Klara Haugen
Music: Klara Haugen
Faded flyers on a brick wall
Dates crossed out in rust-red ink
We were planning on forever
Then it vanished in a blink
Ashtray on the kitchen counter
Full of names we used to be
Every habit like a time stamp
On a lost documentary
Echoes of a dead era
Still shaking in my chest
Every broken little promise
Wears your old perfume and my old vest
We were young
We were sure we'd never
Turn into the ones we feared
Echoes of a dead era
But it’s your voice I still hear
Old phone glowing in the nightstand
Full of “later” left on read
All the memes and midnight secrets
Archive of a life we shed
Your sweater in the hallway closet
Threadbare
Holding phantom heat
Try it on and feel the distance
Between who I was and who I meet
Echoes of a dead era
Still shaking in my chest
Every broken little promise
Wears your old perfume and my old vest
We were young
We were sure we'd never
Turn into the ones we feared
Echoes of a dead era
But it’s your voice I still hear
Maybe we were just a season (oh)
Burned our daylight into ash
Still I’m scrolling through the ruins
Just to feel that first-impact crash
Echoes of a dead era
Still shaking in my chest
Every broken little promise
Wears your old perfume and my old vest
We were young
We were sure we'd never
Fade into the rearview mirror
Echoes of a dead era
But it’s your ghost I still hear