The house is empty without you

All the rooms seem so much bigger now without you

Without you



Wide like churches, hostility and cold

High like halls and all their walls

Echo every footstep

Echo every word

As if it were your tiny footsteps

As if it were your little words

In these walls



And still I can hear you singing

And still I can watch you living



In these walls

In my emptiness

Youre a brick

Youre still singing

In these walls

In my emptiness



And still I can hear you singing

And still I can watch you living