The house repeats the names I've left behind Dust writes quiet stories on the china lines Shattered frames still cling to silent walls And echoes of your laughter never answer when I call The evening melts to ashen light Sunset forgets its way back home I ask the window where you've gone It only weeps against the stone Clocks without their hands keep circling our goodbye Holding every second where your voice survived I gather all the shadows your bright spirit threw Living without your heartbeat means guarding the cross of you The floorboards whisper lightly as I pass As if they fear to wake the past The flowers you once promised you would tend Sleep beneath a sky that won't forgive or bend My hands still search for any trace Within the folds of what is real But the needle threading every gate Has sewn itself to night's sealed veil Clocks without their hands keep circling our goodbye Holding every second where your voice survived I gather all the shadows your bright spirit threw Living without your heartbeat means guarding the cross of you I burned the letters I could never send Ashen dust that learned to pray If time insists on moving on Let me stay inside this yesterday Clocks without their hands keep circling our goodbye The pendulum lies broken, silence owns the chime Among my ruined keepsakes I cradle what we were An echo breathing onward, refusing to disperse