Текст песни
I step across the thresholds of this silent apartment,
Your coat still hanging where you used to leave it.
The tea is cold, the clock’s unkind with morning,
I try to speak but the walls just repeat it.
In empty rooms, echoes remain —
Calling my name, calling my name.
I find old notes folded inside your worn jacket,
Promises fading like lines in the carpet.
I hear your laugh drifting down the corridor,
Haunted and fragile, it slips through the doors.
In empty rooms, echoes remain —
Calling my name, calling my name.
If I sweep up the evening dust, you return with the light.
It’s quietest just before memory’s riot.
Chorus
In empty rooms, echoes remain —
Calling my name, calling my name.
Post-chorus
I can’t outrun your shadow here,
The silence speaks, you’re always near.
