It's not in the silence that I miss you more
But in the chaos, amongst the roar
Because the battlefield is still around me
But I don't have a cause to fight, I am a hopeless soldier
It's not inside this house of ours
That my wounds reopen and words taste sour
It's when I am pacing, just before I open the door
And I know it's not to find you anymore.
It's not in special occasions with common friends
That I feel your absence, it just never ends
But it hurts more in apparently ordinary days
Because the pain comes creeping out of nowhere, and stays.
It's not in the darkest nights that I miss you more
But when the stars shine bright, because now I know
That it really doesn't matter if the earth goes around the sun
By the end of the day it's all the same, I'm on my own.
Sometimes I think I hear the violin
And I run down the stairs to find it filled with dust.
Sometimes I am not sure if it's me or you
Who became the ghost.