I've learned exactly which of the floorboards groan

And how the AC exhales when it kicks on

So? I've been losing sleep

I swear I heard the lilies bend, then bloom, then weep



I wouldn't call it silent

It's a different kind of quiet

When you're gone

When you're gone



I start at the ice machine's dark art

My eyes go for the door, my hand to my heart

I've gotten used to Tennessee

The way the night sounds and the way the trees creak



I wouldn't call it silent

It's a different kind of quiet

When you're gone

When you're gone



I wouldn't call it silent

It's a different kind of quiet

When you're gone

When you're gone



The garden calls to me, my roses in the rain

The poses I maintain to seem strong

I force the time to pass until you're back again

To block the wind that blows right through my bones