Empty Chairs
I feel the trembling tingle of the sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue conflict green through my windowpane
Like Gypsy Moths dance around the candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I’ve never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did, I’ve never thought you would
Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut half fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
Sympathy bouquet left with the love that’s dead
Repeat
Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought she said just what she meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you’d leave until you went
Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can’t forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
Repeat