(verse)
The coffee's cold beside the window pane
Steam long gone, like your voice in the rain
Sunlight cuts the dust on your empty chair
A geometry of absence filling up the air
I trace the pattern where your hand would rest
A fossil warmth fading on the fabric's breast
The silence isn't quiet, no, it screams
A hollow resonance inside my dreams...
(pre-chorus)
And the clock keeps clicking, counting out the beat
Of a rhythm incomplete, stumbling on its feet
Through the empty rooms where laughter used to spin...
(chorus)
This love was a language only we could speak
Now I'm whispering translations, sounding tired and weak
It's the ghost of your perfume on my winter coat
A half-remembered lyric dying in my throat
It's the space between the "was" and "what remains"
A silent, vast cathedral filled with phantom pains
Love leaves an echo, darling, deep and wide and long
A subtraction where your presence once belonged...
(verse)
Passed the perfume counter downtown today
That scent you wore just snatched my breath away
A sudden ambush, sharp and bittersweet
Left me trembling on the crowded street
Rain streaks the taxi glass like silver tears
Reflecting city lights through blurry years
I reach across the seat to hold your hand...
And grasp the empty dark, you understand?
(pre-chorus)
And the world keeps turning, cold and bright and loud
While I'm wrapped inside this quiet, solitary shroud
Searching for your shadow where the streetlights thin...
(chorus)
This love was a language only we could speak
Now I'm shouting into canyons, sounding lost and bleak
It's the phantom of your heartbeat 'neath my head
A warmth remembered lingering in an empty bed
It's the space between the "then" and "what is now"
A question etched forever on my furrowed brow
Love leaves an echo, darling, deep and wide and long
A subtraction where your presence once belonged...
(bridge)
Maybe this is how it goes?
This slow unraveling nobody knows
Not moving on... just learning how to carry
The weight of missing you. This quiet, necessary
Bruise upon the soul. A tender, constant ache
The price we pay for realness, for the chances that we take
To love... completely. Knowing it might rend...
(instrumental break)
Heartbreakingly beautiful, mournful yet strangely accepting melody. Climaxes then falls away.
(final chorus)
This love is a language only we could speak
And I'll whisper it forever, sounding frail and weak
It's the imprint of your laughter in the evening air
A fragile, sacred relic beyond repair
It's the space between the world and where I stand
Holding just the memory of your vanished hand
Love leaves an echo, darling... deep and wide and long
A subtraction... where your presence... still belongs...
(outro)
Whispered, almost inaudible over the last piano note:
...Belongs...
