

The screen door is creaking
again in the wind
Reminding me of where
we used to begin
Your coffee cup sits
by the window alone
In a house that is quiet,
but no longer a home
And the clock on the mantle
just tick-tocks away
Counting the hours
that you chose not to stay
Oh, the hardest part of letting go
Is watching all the embers lose their glow (ooh,
lose their glow) I keep searching for your shadow in the hall
But there's nothing but the dust upon the wall
I found an old letter
you wrote in July
It promised the world under that
summer sky
But ink fades away
just like promises do
Leaving me
with a beautiful
memory
of you
Oh, the hardest part of letting go
Is watching all the embers lose their glow (ooh,
lose their glow)
I keep searching for your shadow in the hall
But there's nothing but the dust upon the wall
Nothing but the dust...
upon the wall (mmmmm)