This house is empty now

Canción lacrimógena de la semana... Ella es Siobhan Pettit, yo conocía esta canción por Elvis Costello, pero me gustó más ella (aunque, por supuesto, no es Anne Sofie von Otter que es una diosa... ahora veo si encuentro algún videito para subir) . Para agarrarse los dedos contra la puerta, sí.

These rooms play tricks upon you

Remember when they were always filled with laughter

But now they’re quite deserted

They seem to just echo voices raised in anger

Maybe you will see my face

Reflected there on the pane

In the window up above our poor forlorn

And broken home

Yet this house is empty now

There’s nothing I can do

To make you want to stay

So tell me how am I supposed to live without you

These walls were lined with pictures

Remember the glass we charged in celebration

But now I fill my life up

With all that I can to deaden this sensation

Do you recognize the face

Fixed in that fine silver frame

Were you really so unhappy there

You never said

So this house is empty now

There’s nothing I can do to make you want to stay

So tell me how am I supposed to live without you

Oh, if I could just become forgetful

When night seems endless

Does the extinguished candle care

About the darkness

It’s funny how the memory

Will bring you so close then make you disappear

Meanwhile all our friends must choose

Who they will favor, who they will lose

Hang the garland high or close the door

Or throw away the key

This house is empty now

There’s no one living here

You have to care about

This house is empty now

There’s nothing I can do

To make you want to stay

So tell me how am I supposed to live without you

This house is empty now

This house is empty now

There’s nothing I can do

This house is empty now

This house is empty now

Oh, dios...