Letras
We used to sit in quiet rooms
Answering questions no one asked
The ghosts kept score, the night kept time
And we laughed like it might last
But now the answers fade
And no one keeps the score
Trivia nights for the dead
Whispered through a closing door
Your chair is there, it waits in dust
The ink has dried where we wrote trust
The questions hang, but no one speaks
Only silence wins each week
And now the answers fade
And no one keeps the score
Trivia nights for the dead
Whispered through a closing door
Every fact was fragile
Every lie was kind
Now the room is empty
But you're etched inside my mind
Trivia nights for the dead
Where the questions never end