Lyrics
verse
The dust motes dance in the afternoon light
On the chair where you used to sit
I trace the rim of a coffee mug
Trying to find the shape of your lip
The clock on the wall doesn’t tick
It just holds its breath and waits
For a word that you won’t say
To break the heavy quiet
chorus
And the silence is loud enough to scream
But it’s softer than a broken dream
I’m talking to shadows on the wall
Waiting for you to answer the call
But the room is just a room now
And I am just me
Learning how to live with the key
That won’t turn the lock anymore
verse
Your coat is gone from the hook by the door
But the scent lingers in the air
I walk on the floorboards that creak
Like a secret we couldn’t share
I reach out to hold your hand
But the space is empty and cold
A ghost of a touch, a phantom warmth
In a story that’s been told
chorus
And the silence is loud enough to scream
But it’s softer than a broken dream
I’m talking to shadows on the wall
Waiting for you to answer the call
But the room is just a room now
And I am just me
Learning how to live with the key
That won’t turn the lock anymore
