The air is thick with things I didn't say Just static in the corner where you used to stay I'm tracing every crack inside the glass Waiting for the phantom of the light to pass My voice is just an echo in this hollow space Trying to find a name for this empty place It's fragile like the residue of dreams we had Turning something quiet into something bad I'm drifting through the echo of the room Trying to find a way out of this gloom The silence is a weight upon my chest I'm looking for a way to let the static rest It's hollow, it's cold, and it's too much Everything I break with every touch Everything I break with every touch Everything I break with every touch The ceiling's moving closer every night A ceiling made of shadows and fading light I'm careful not to step on what is left I'm careful not to step, process of a quiet theft Of time, of hope, of everything I knew Watching all the colors turn to shades of blue And now the quiet's loud enough to scream Caught inside the residue of a broken dream...