歌詞

I came home slower

Than I used to do

The hall kept your silence

Like it knew

There was light on the table

Dust in a ring

A place for something beautiful

Holding nothing

I thought flowers could answer

What I never said

But some rooms stay empty

After love has left

Empty Vase by the Door

Nothing bright inside it anymore

I learned too late

What tenderness was for

I touched the clear glass

Like it might forgive

All the quiet years

I made you live

No note on the counter

No shadow on the stairs

Just the shape of waiting

Still standing there

I brought the wrong beauty

To the right kind of pain

Now every stem I hold

Feels ashamed