Velvet Skies

The coffee cup is cold and grey,

Just like the light at end of day,

The radio is static noise,

Without the anchor of your voice,

I watch the dust motes drift and spin,

Wondering when you're coming in.

Oh, the hallway stretches out for miles,

In the silence and the shadows and the piles,

Of all the words we didn't say,

While you were busy being far away,

Everything's louder when you're not around,

In this heavy kind of quiet I have found.

In this heavy kind of quiet I have found.

The neighbors' kids are screaming loud,

I'm counting every passing cloud,

The floorboards creak like hollow bone,

Reminding me I'm here alone,

I try to whistle back the dark,

But shadows leave a heavy mark.

Oh, the hallway stretches out for miles,

In the silence and the shadows and the piles,

Of all the words we didn't say,

While you were busy being far away,

Everything's louder when you're not around,

In this heavy kind of quiet I have found.

(In this heavy kind of quiet I have found)

I trace the outline of your shoes,

Like I have nothing else to lose,

A ghost of you is in the hall,

Hanging like a shadow on the wall,

And for a second, I could swear,

That I feel you breathing in the air.

Oh, the hallway stretches out for miles!

In the silence and the shadows and the piles!

Of all the words we didn't say!

While you were busy being far away!

Everything's louder when you're not around!

In this heavy kind of quiet I have found!

In this heavy kind of quiet I have found!

When you're not around...

No, when you're not around...

(When you're not around...)