Bleeding Strings

(aaahhh) It's a quiet room with the curtains drawn

Watching the shadows paint the lawn

I count the minutes till you are gone (hmmm)

And we don't speak,

we just look away

Too many words that we didn't say

Under the weight of a heavy sky We watched the embers slowly

die Left with the ghosts of a final try

Now the cold air creeps beneath the door

I see your footsteps on the floor

But I don't feel them anymore

We watched the embers slowly die (slowly die)