I let my thoughts go walking
I walked it many times with you.
when I stood outside the door
of a house that's cold and empty.
We don't love there anymore.
We don't love there anymore.
I heard no footsteps on the floor
Just a shell that housed old memories
And forgotten lovers' lore
Rusty nails and broken glass
A wooden castle of the past
Where dwelt a dream that didn't last
We don't love there anymore
yesterdays lie undisturbed
Beneath the film of dust,
no one else has claimed the house.
It lived and died for us,
through a broken window pane.
It was just a ghost of happiness
that came to ask me why we
don't love there anymore.
I heard no footsteps on the floor,
just a shell that housed old memories
and forgotten lovers lore.
Rusty nails and broken glass,
a wooden castle of the past,
where dwelt a dream that didn't last.
We don't love there anymore.