Empty Chairs

Your coffee cup is on the sill

The dust is settling,

quiet and still

I hear your step along the floor

But there is no one at the door

And every corner holds a trace of us

Dissolving slowly into quiet dust (ahhhh)

I have to let you go,

but the walls still know your name

Every window pane is reflecting the same old frame

We are a beautiful ghost in an empty space

And I'm still looking for your face

I pack the books,

I clear the shelves

Two strangers hiding from ourselves

Your keys are lying by the phone

In this house that isn't home

I have to let you go,

but the walls still know your name

Every window pane is reflecting the same old frame

We are a beautiful ghost in an empty space

And I'm still looking for your face

(ooh,

looking for your face)

Still looking... (hummmm)