Echoes Of A Heart

Now I'm crossing Broadway towards a rising sun

In a waking city, I'm a loaded gun

I came home tonight to no oneNot a sound, then it starts

Something speaks from the dark

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heartComing off the ceiling, rolling down the hall

Through a vacant feeling like a distant call

I hear nothing but the rise and fallNot a sound, then it starts

Something speaks from the dark

Not a voice

Only echoes of a heart

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