Sun comes in The room is cold A story ended Still being told Two cups waiting On the shelf I pour the coffee For myself The silence talks It screams your name Everything different Looks the same Ooooh... A crowded room Of empty space Aaaah... I see your shadow On my face Ooooh... The heavy weight Of light and air Aaaah... I reach out And you’re not there Fold the laundry Smooth the sheet A bitter taste That tastes so sweet The keys are quiet By the door I walk the ceiling You walk the floor The war is over The house is still I pay the cost But not the bill Ooooh... A crowded room Of empty space Aaaah... I see your shadow On my face Ooooh... The heavy weight Of light and air Aaaah... I reach out And you’re not there I sweep the dust I lock the gate I hurry up To learn to wait You are the ghost I keep alive The echo in The nine-to-five Just the space (Ooooh...) Just the echo (Aaaah...) Gone
