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