Now I'm crossing broadway towards a rising sun

In a waking city I'm a loaded gun

I came home tonight to no one



Not a soundthen it starts

Something speaks from the dark

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart



Coming off the ceilingrolling down the hall

Through a vacant feeling like a distant call

I hear nothing but the rise and fall



Not a soundthen it starts

Something speaks from the dark

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart

Comes aroundclose and far

Deepest placesoftest part

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart