Hollow Strings

(ahhhh) Cold water seeping through the floor

A latch that will not turn no more

You left your coat behind the chair

I speak your name to hollow air

The frost is crawling up the pane

(mmmmm) Nothing left here to explain

Where did you drift while the harbor burned?

To shores where no ship

has ever returned

I keep the lamp trimmed in the quiet cold

Counting the secrets

the grey

stones hold (ohhh)

Footprints dissolve along the lane

Washed clean beneath the steady rain

Your ring is resting in the glass

I watch another winter pass

(ahhhh, ohhh)

Where did you drift while the harbor burned?

To shores where no ship

has ever returned

I keep the lamp trimmed in the quiet cold

Counting the secrets

the grey

stones hold

The grey stones hold... (shhhh)