Empty Rooms Songtext
von Jim Mize

No morning milk, no paper deliveries
Another whiskey bottle waiting to be drank
Next door neighbor, she keeps looking out from behind the drapes
I′ll stand naked in the window until she pulls the shades


Empty rooms where the wife and I had laid
Empty rooms where the children had played
Empty rooms echo the crying

In this room, crayon drawings on the walls
Of your mom and me and Samuel, our dog
But in this room, there's whispers, soft speak and dreams
But I was like the walls, beaten and so into screams

Empty rooms where the wife and I had laid
Empty rooms where the children had played
Empty rooms haunt you for your lying