David Mead - Echoes Of A Heart текст песни

Now I'm crossing Broadway towards a rising sun
In a waking city I'm a loaded gun
I came home tonight to no one

Not a sound, then it starts
Something speaks from the dark
Not a voice
Only echoes of a heart


Coming off the ceiling, rolling down the hall
Through a vacant feeling like a distant call
I hear nothing but the rise and fall


Not a sound, then it starts
Something speaks from the dark
Not a voice
Only echoes of a heart
Comes around, close and far
Deepest place, softest part
Not a voice
Only echoes of a heart