ECHOES OF SOLITUDE - Radio Edit
I don't echo, so solitude Shadows stretch across an empty room
Silence echoes like impending doom Memories dance just out of reach
A void that words can't seem to breach Clock ticks louder, thoughts grow wild
Longing for connection, feeling exile In this maze of solitary nights
Searching for those warming lights
Turn around, every now and then I get a little lonely
Turn around, shadows on the walls start to look homely
Turn around, every solid moment feels like eternity
Turn around, dry eyes, where's the one who used to hold me
Photos smile from dusty frames Ghosts of laughter call out names
An unmade bed, cold to the touch Reminders of what I miss so much
Thoughts sit silent, no messages there Wishing for a voice to cut through the air
In this ocean of isolation Drowning in my own creation
Turn around, every now and then I get a little lonely
Turn around, shadows on the walls start to look homely
Turn around, every solid moment feels like eternity
Turn around, dry eyes, where's the one who used to hold me
Photos smile from dusty frames Ghosts of laughter call out names
An unmade bed, cold to the touch Reminders of what I miss so much
Thoughts sit silent, no messages there Wishing for a voice to cut through the air
In this ocean of isolation Drowning in my own creation
In clouded streets, I walk alone Surrounded by faces yet on my own
Craving a touch, a gentle word To break this silence, to be heard
Silence echoes like impending doom Memories dance just out of reach
A void that words can't seem to breach Clock ticks louder, thoughts grow wild
Longing for connection, feeling exile In this maze of solitary nights
Searching for those warming lights
Turn around, every now and then I get a little lonely
Turn around, shadows on the walls start to look homely
Turn around, every solid moment feels like eternity
Turn around, dry eyes, where's the one who used to hold me
Photos smile from dusty frames Ghosts of laughter call out names
An unmade bed, cold to the touch Reminders of what I miss so much
Thoughts sit silent, no messages there Wishing for a voice to cut through the air
In this ocean of isolation Drowning in my own creation
Turn around, every now and then I get a little lonely
Turn around, shadows on the walls start to look homely
Turn around, every solid moment feels like eternity
Turn around, dry eyes, where's the one who used to hold me
Photos smile from dusty frames Ghosts of laughter call out names
An unmade bed, cold to the touch Reminders of what I miss so much
Thoughts sit silent, no messages there Wishing for a voice to cut through the air
In this ocean of isolation Drowning in my own creation
In clouded streets, I walk alone Surrounded by faces yet on my own
Craving a touch, a gentle word To break this silence, to be heard
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Hoang
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