The Empty Shape of You
haunted by memories...In you I always lost myself but I never knew A heart could turn to blackened dust and I’d be losing you The feather touch of memories that swirl around my head And there’s an empty shape of you lying in my bed Where once our hearts were synchronized Our promises were atomized A love that turned to empty words When once your voice was all I heard Our fingers touched electric, that lightning thrill The softness in your lost...