Empty Rooms

You packed your words and left the room

And turned your face away

An empty chair, a sudden chill

Nothing left to say

And it's a cold,

cold shoulder

Turning in the dark

Growing older, growing colder

As the fire loses its spark

(so cold)

The hallway holds a hollow sound

Of footsteps that are gone

I trace the outline of your shadow

Waiting for the dawn

How do I

fill the space you left behind?

How do I

heal this quiet in my mind?

Under your cold,

cold shoulder

Turning in the dark

Growing older, growing colder

As the fire loses its spark (ahhhh)

Just a cold shoulder... (hummmm)