A family with color and sound and warmth
Becomes a monotone paradise of silence
When the walls aren't cared for
When the windows are always kept closed
And people forget to put wood in the fireplace
Dusty ceilings, slippery floor, unheard feelings,
Withered plants, column of ants, tattered pants
And you wonder why the sun doesn't shine anymore

Not all people would want to be with you
We are all lost souls looking for a place to haunt
Not everybody is someone we can please
We can't force them to stay even with a "please"
Friends and loved ones, different hearts
We may share the same moment, but not heartbeat
Never forget to make effort for those you care about
It doesn't have to be grand or huge or loud
For a mild one like a touch of a baby is enough
Because if you love someone and offered them lodging
We always make an effort for the people who matter

Our story might've not been one for bookstores
It didn't end on a good note or peaceful credits
But you'll find that the front door is always open
I tried different locks and different people to get by
But you're still the key that'll let me come back home
In your living room, I felt like living again for good
But it was wishful thinking, a fool's dream
And I have to live a life without the best
And if I have to live again, I must let go
But I can't, and I won't

The space is a cold place
Distant, void, ******* cold, graveyard of everything old
The space is a cold place
The distance, however measurable, always feel unfairly far
The space is a cold place
I float without direction, sleeping, only dreaming of the day
That gravity will take me back to your warm face