Текст песни
Dust swirling, morning cracks along the kitchen tile
An old photograph slips between my hands a while
Cups stacked, sunlight creeps, caught on a faded coat
Window latch open, breathing in the hope I wrote
Even as I move, every step feels the same
These empty rooms still echo with your name
Every wall remembers, the shape that you became
Shadows shift and settle, but nothing takes your place
These empty rooms still echo with your name
Loose leaf, a spiral, pressed beneath the dresser leg
Ring stains on the table, secrets I forgot I kept
Postcards on the fridge, silent, staring back at me
Time has a strange way of folding memory
Beneath the window, the curtain twists in sleep
I fold up your sweater, the scent of you underneath
The creak of the floorboards, the hush of the blue
This room is a map that always leads me to you
Even swept floors, or newly painted frames
These empty rooms still echo with your name
Every wall remembers, the shape that you became
Shadows shift and settle, but nothing takes your place
These empty rooms still echo with your name
All that isn’t spoken lingers in the space
I empty each drawer, but I never erase
Half-packed boxes lined up by the open door
I trace my reflection on the polished floor
The clock ticks backward, just for a beat
Departure and longing, where old and new meet
These empty rooms still echo with your name
Every wall remembers, the shape that you became
Shadows shift and settle, but nothing takes your place
These empty rooms still echo with your name
