

Raindrops trace the dusty glass
Watching memories fade too fast
Your empty chair beside the wall
Waiting for a call that never comes at all
And the silence in this room is getting loud
Lost your outline in a drifting cloud
I’m holding onto pictures turning grey
Wishing I had found the words to make you stay
Left your sweater on the floor
Still smelling like the days before
We let the quiet pull apart
The fragile pieces of a heavy heart
And the silence in this room is getting loud
Lost your outline in a drifting cloud
I’m holding onto pictures turning grey
Wishing I had found the words to make you stay
(make you stay...) Now the streetlight flickers low
Learning how to let you go