Come Hell Or High Water - Tombstone Chronicles XIII Aqua - Holworks Music 2026 all rights reserved
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Mark, a keyboard, and a computer
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A quiet, unyielding story of grief that refuses to be washed away.
He still lives in the house they shared. Her coat hangs on the hook by the door exactly where she left it the last morning she walked out. Some nights he sits at the table and talks to the empty chair across from him, half-expecting her soft laugh to answer. Time keeps trying to do what everyone says it should—slowly erase her, blur the edges of her voice, make the memory “softer.” But every time a new wave of ordinary life tries to push him forward, he digs in harder.
Friends and family mean well. They tell him the living have to move on, that it’s healthier to let the past fade. He nods, then quietly sets a place for her in every future plan he makes. He will not let the years drown the sound of her name.
The flood comes in different forms—anniversaries, lonely winters, the sudden silence after a good day—but he stands in it. When the water rises to his chest and the nights refuse to give him rest, he speaks her name into the dark like a spark he’s sworn to keep alive. He doesn’t have a choice. She stays with him.
Come hell or high water—literal storms, the crushing pressure to “get over it,” the slow erosion of time—he will not forget her name. He will still call her the same. She is not a memory he’s willing to release. She is staying with him.
The song is the sound of that quiet, stubborn vow: love that outlasts the flood.
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Come Hell Or High Water
The room still holds your quiet laugh
Your coat still hangs beside the door
I talk to empty chairs some nights
Like you might answer me once more
Time keeps trying to wash you out
But I’m standing in the tide
Every wave that says “let go”
Only makes me hold on tight
Come hell or high water, I won’t forget your name
Come hell or high water, I’ll still call you the same
When the years try to drown the sound of your voice
I’ll keep it alive — I don’t have a choice
Come hell or high water, you’re staying with me
They say the living have to move
That memories should softly fade
But I still set a place for you
In every quiet plan I’ve made
Time keeps trying to wash you out
But I’m standing in the tide
Every wave that says “let go”
Only makes me hold on tight
Come hell or high water, I won’t forget your name
Come hell or high water, I’ll still call you the same
When the years try to drown the sound of your voice
I’ll keep it alive — I don’t have a choice
Come hell or high water, you’re staying with me
If the flood comes up to my chest
If the night never gives me rest
I’ll speak your name into the dark
And let it be my only spark
Come hell or high water, I won’t forget your name
Come hell or high water, I’ll still call you the same
When the years try to drown the sound of your voice
I’ll keep it alive — I don’t have a choice
Come hell or high water…
You’re staying with me
Come hell…
Or high water…
You’re staying with me
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