Nhạc sĩ: James Blundell, Travis Collins
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Tick, tick, tick is the clock on the wallNobody visits and nobody callsNothing but me and the breeze living hereDrip, drip, drip is the tap in the sinkIt's driving me mad and I can't help but thinkEven the water feels it ought to run and disappearOh, these are the sounds of an empty houseNot a creature stirring, not even a mouseAnd the more that you listen, the moreYou don't want to hear itSo while I wait till the night is doneIt's a symphony of silence, a rising sunThe refrigerator rattles, a corner lamp buzzes in my earAnd these are the sounds of an empty house right hereIf it ain't the birds, and if it ain't the rainThe wind blows a branch onto my windowpaneAnd now it sounds like a lost dog scratching at my doorI hear feet on the floor and the people upstairsDancing on my roof and they don't seem to careBut it's only since you've goneThat I've been able to see you againI swear it wasn't there beforeOh, these are the sounds of an empty houseNot a creature stirring, not even a mouseAnd the more that you listen, the moreYou don't want to hear itSo while I wait till the night is doneIt's a symphony of silence, a rising sunThe refrigerator rattles, a corner lamp buzzes in my earAnd these are the sounds of an empty house right hereguitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar soloThese are the sounds of an empty houseNot a creature stirring, not even a mouseThe more that you listen, the moreYou don't want to hear itOh, I wait till the night is doneIt's a symphony of silence and a rising sunThe refrigerator rattles, a corner lamp buzzes in my earAnd these are the sounds of an empty houseThe sounds, it's an empty house right hereguitar soloI hear a tick, tick, tickAnd there's a drip, drip, dripdrip