Empty tables, empty chairs
I’ve left behind my heavy cares
The clock is ticking, soft and slow
In the places where the shadows go
The floorboards hum a wooden tune
Underneath the silver moon
I’m listening to the space between
The clearest world I’ve ever seen
(Keep the voice very low and breathy)
Every whisper has a home
In the halls where I choose to roam
A gentle ripple in the air
Finding magic everywhere
Oh, quiet echoes, soft and low
Letting all the troubles go
Just a gentle rhythm, staying still
Resting on the window sill
(Stay soft, no build up)
Fading in and fading out
Washing away the ghost of doubt
I hear the ghost of a distant laugh
Following a silent path
The scent of coffee lingers yet
Like a dream I won't forget
No need to speak, no need to try
Underneath the midnight sky
I’m a reflection in the glass
Watching the quiet moments pass
Shhh... can you hear it now?
The silence taking a final bow
No loud voices, no heavy ground
Just the echoes I have found
Oh, quiet echoes, soft and low
Letting all the troubles go
Just a gentle rhythm, staying still
Resting on the window sill
Quiet echoes... drifting far...
To the place where the shadows are...
Softly now... softly stay...
