Текст песни
The room is still, the curtains barely move
A coffee cup that only I will use
Your shadow's gone but somehow it remains
A quiet hum of saxophone and rain
And the flute sings low where your voice used to be
A hollow note in an empty key
The night leans in like a stranger's face
I let the music take your place
I let the music take your place
I found your coat behind the kitchen door
I held it close, then laid it on the floor
The back-vocal whispers what I cannot say
It hums your name and slowly fades away
Maybe silence is a kind of sound
Maybe losing you is where I'm found
Let the reeds and the woodwinds cry
Let the melody say goodbye
And the flute sings low where your voice used to be
A hollow note in an empty key
The night leans in like a stranger's face
I let the music take your place
I let the music take your place
Saxophone, breathe me slow
Flute, carry what I know
No more words, no refrain
Just the ache inside the strain
Just the ache inside the strain
Just the ache... Just the ache
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