Empty house, empty heart
Time away, time apart
Distance, it grows a divide
Weighing so heaving, weighing heavy on our minds
I can't hear you over the crowd
Almost there, not arrived
State of becoming, but the moment we die
The good and the bad set in stone
Someone saw it coming, but man, how could we have known
I can't hear you over the crowd
Empty house, empty heart
Time away, time apart
Distance, it grows a divide
Weighing so heaving, weighing heavy on our minds
I can't hear you over the crowd.
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