I’m listening now…
To the wary steps on the stairs
To the hushed voice behind the walls

I’m listening now…
To the words uttered by silence
And with every word spoken, teardrops are falling

I’m listening now…
To the barely discernible emptiness
The mourning cries in every lurking darkness

The rumpled petals of summer time
And with that knowing, you’ll never be mine
I’m listening now to the constant replay of your goodbye