The Doors Of Empty Cupboards

Your house was not a safe place for me

The doors of empty cupboards would swing all violently

I used to stare at you across miles and miles of floors

And there were all those endless corridors

With rows of nightmare doors

But now everything's gone

And the house is tilted and empty

There's the sound of the wind

Or is it just my voice crying out?

Your heart was not a safe place for me

The warmth and the love could not be guaranteed

From outside the fence you built, I'd stare at its glow

It lured me like a Christmas window seen from the snow

But now everything's gone

And the house is tilted and empty

There's the sound of the wind

Or is it just my voice crying out?

But now everything's gone

And the house is tilted and empty

There's the sound of the wind

Or is it just my voice crying out?