Built around The memories and people from the past that live inside us like friendly ghosts, the ones we carry with us everywhere. Porch Light's front-porch acoustic warmth carries the concept through acoustic-folk that rewards repeat listens. "These are the ghosts I keep, the ones I'll never set free" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs haunting, contemplative, melancholic. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
There's a woman in the kitchen who's been dead for fifteen years
She's humming something gospel while she's drying off her tears
That's my mother, every morning, when I reach up for the cup
I can feel her hand around mine, helping lift it up
There's a boy down by the river, skipping stones across the deep
That's the kid I used to be before I learned how hard life hits
He waves at me on Sundays when I'm walking through the park
Still believing everything is magic, even in the dark
[chorus]
These are the ghosts I keep, the ones I'll never set free
They live inside the quiet rooms of what I used to be
They're not the kind that haunt you, they're the kind that hold your hand
The ghosts I keep are helping me to finally understand
That nobody is gone if you remember how they laughed
These are the ghosts I keep, my beautiful past
[verse 2]
There's an old man on the porch who smells like tobacco and rain
That's my granddad, sitting with me every time I feel the pain
He doesn't say a word, he never did say much at all
But his presence is a blanket in the middle of the fall
There's a friend who took the exit long before the road was done
I see her in the sunset, every color, every one
She's dancing on the ridgeline where the purple meets the gold
Still young, still bright, still beautiful, never growing old
[chorus]
These are the ghosts I keep, the ones I'll never set free
They live inside the quiet rooms of what I used to be
They're not the kind that haunt you, they're the kind that hold your hand
The ghosts I keep are helping me to finally understand
That nobody is gone if you remember how they laughed
These are the ghosts I keep, my beautiful past
[bridge]
Some people try to outrun their memories
Pack them away in boxes, throw away the keys
But I set the table for the ones who've gone
I pour a glass and play their favorite song
Because the dead are only dead if we let them be
My ghosts are still alive inside of me
[chorus]
These are the ghosts I keep, the ones I'll never set free
They live inside the quiet rooms of what I used to be
They're not the kind that haunt you, they're the kind that hold your hand
The ghosts I keep are helping me to finally understand
That nobody is gone if you remember how they laughed
These are the ghosts I keep, my beautiful past
[outro]
My beautiful past
The ghosts I keep
My beautiful past
I'll never let them sleep
