Empty Chairs Left

(hmmm) I'm staring at the corner where the leather's getting worn That second

chair is empty where the anthems used to form We had the

speakers shaking, we were dreaming through the night Now I'm sitting in

the silence of a single fading light (yeah)

There's a ghost in the studio tonight

Singing harmonies under the red light

I can still hear the laughter in the room

Echoing through the heavy,

quiet gloom (rest in peace)

We left the faders up,

but the channel's running cold Another story in the notebooks that we

never finished, never told I keep the microphone set up,

just in case you walk on in To spit a heavy sixteen

and let the magic rise again

There's a ghost in the studio tonight

Singing harmonies under the red light

I can still hear the laughter in the room

Echoing through the heavy,

quiet gloom (always with me)

Still in the mix (hmmm) I'll keep the session open