I walk alone on empty halls
I weep, to empty wall
I open drawers, I close the doors,
I hear the sounds of empty cords.
Another winter, another fall,
a hundred faces, I can't recall

I miss you.
You're the ache in my head,
You're the space in my bed,
the songs I make.

Escape to bars, to busy malls,
Submit, go out and save your soul.
But every night, on every place,
I hear your voice, I see your face.


You're the ache in my head,
You're the space in my bed,
the songs I make.

Cannot escape you,
the fences - tall.
Your memories are
my prison walls.