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 sound, then it starts

Something speaks from the dark

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart





Coming off the ceiling, rolling down the hall

Through a vacant feeling like a distant call

I hear nothing but the rise and fall





Not a sound, then it starts

Something speaks from the dark

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart

Comes around, close and far

Deepest place, softest part

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart