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
