Still I Can Hear You Singing

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

You're a brick

You're still singing

In these walls

In my emptiness

And still I can hear you singing

And still I can watch you living