Empty Windowsills

Your empty chair sits by the glass

I watch the heavy shadows pass

Waiting for a key to turn

In a quiet house that doesn't learn (mmmmm)

And the sun goes down

On a silent room

I still sleep

beside your pillow

Curled up waiting for your touch

Underneath the weeping willow

Oh, I miss you way too

much

Your worn-out sweater

on the floor

Still holds the scent of what went before

I lay my head down on the sleeve

And try to make myself believe (ahhhh)

I still sleep

beside your pillow

Curled up waiting for your touch

Underneath the weeping willow

Oh, I miss you way too

much

(oh, I miss you) I

am waiting Forever waiting...