House Of Bone | Eva & Caleb — Dark Americana

Experience this cinematic dark americana and gothic folk music journey, crafted as a visually stunning tonalism arthouse music video. Dive deep into the haunting southern gothic aesthetic of this original indie folk storytelling ballad. "Tell me where does the light go when evening comes down? Did we bury our love in the frozen-hard ground? I stand in the silence, I speak to the stone... surrounded by ghosts in a house made of bone." 🏚️ ABOUT THIS TRACK Chapter One of the Eva & Caleb story. Four crooked walls and a roof made of slate. Eva stays in the house after the warmth leaves the valley, tracing the outline of a man who isn't there anymore. She talks to the stone because the stone is what's left. ▸ Next: The Salt On Your Boots —    • The Salt On Your Boots - Don´t Look Back |...   ▸ The whole story, in order —    • Nothing Stays Buried — The Eva & Caleb Sto...   ⚙️ CREDITS & PRODUCTION • Project: Marrow & Timber • Track: House Of Bone (Eva's Story – Chapter IV) • Genre: Dark Americana / Gothic Folk / Southern Gothic / Chamber Folk • Visual Style: 19th-Century Tintype & American Tonalism • Produced with: Suno v5.5 & Google Flow AI 📜 LYRICS [Intro] Aaaah... Mmmmh... Aaaah... Mmmmh... [Verse 1] Four crooked walls and a roof made of slate, We built this house out of sorrow and fate. The floorboards remember the sound of your tread, Before all the warmth in our valley went dead. I wander the hallways in shadows of blue, Tracing the outlines of what once was you. [Pre-Chorus] The ceiling is heavy, the darkness is wide, There is nowhere left for a memory to hide. I listen close to the settling beam— Are we awake, or is this a bad dream? [Chorus] Tell me where does the light go when evening comes down? Did we bury our love in the frozen-hard ground? I stand in the silence, I speak to the stone, Surrounded by ghosts in a house made of bone! Aaaah... In a house made of bone. [Verse 2] A moth in the lantern, a crack in the glass, Watching the ghost of our golden years pass. You turned into winter, you turned into clay, While I was left counting the hours of the day. The chimney is cold and the embers are gray, And all of your promises drifted away. [Pre-Chorus] The ceiling is heavy, the darkness is wide, There is nowhere left for a memory to hide. I listen close to the settling beam— Are we awake, or is this a bad dream? [Chorus] Tell me where does the light go when evening comes down? Did we bury our love in the frozen-hard ground? I stand in the silence, I speak to the stone, Surrounded by ghosts in a house made of bone! Aaaah... In a house made of bone! [Bridge] Tear down the rafters! Unfasten the door! I cannot live in this grief anymore! The walls are closing in, tighter than skin— Where did you end... and where do I begin?! WHERE DO I BEGIN?! [Final Chorus] Tell me where does the light go when evening comes down! We buried our love in the frozen-hard ground! I stand in the silence, I speak to the stone, Surrounded by ghosts in a house made of bone! Aaaah... In a house made of bone... [Outro] Four crooked walls... The fire is gone. A house made of bone... Before the dawn. 🔔 Subscribe to follow the story of Marrow & Timber #DarkAmericana #GothicFolk #MarrowAndTimber #SouthernGothic #ArthouseMusicVideo #ChamberFolk #HouseOfBone #Tonalism