I can hear an echo
That begs to be followed
Roaming the halls
Of a soul turned hollow

I can hear an echo
Of all the pride never swallowed
Chained between the walls
Of the past and the promise of tomorrow

I can hear an echo
From the teardrops kept bottled
The sea of sirens call
Clocks run out on time once borrowed

I can hear an echo
That begs to be followed
Roaming the halls
Of a soul turned hollow