There’s a tea stain on the table in the shape of a regret
And the morning light is colder than the sun has ever set
I checked the hollow floorboard where I kept the wooden key
But the house is just a skeleton of who we used to be

It’s just dust and echoes in the hallway now
The ghosts are getting louder, but I don’t know how
To sweep away the memory of the way you said my name
When the fire’s gone to ashes, but I’m still feeling the flame

Your coat still hangs on the hook by the door like it’s waiting
For the sound of your boots on the porch, for the rain to start breaking
I trace the cracks in the ceiling where we laughed till we cried
Now the silence is heavier than all the words we left behind

It’s just dust and echoes in the hallway now
The ghosts are getting louder, but I don’t know how
To sweep away the memory of the way you said my name
When the fire’s gone to ashes, but I’m still feeling the flame

I tried opening windows to let the wind carry you out
But it only stirred up the corners where your shadow hangs about
I tell myself it’s over, that time will do its part
Yet every quiet night, you’re still burning in my heart

There’s a photograph face-down in the drawer I won’t touch
Your handwriting on the back says “us” and nothing much
The clock on the wall keeps ticking like it’s mocking my wait
For a sign that never comes, for a heart that’s too late

It’s just dust and echoes in the hallway now
The ghosts are getting louder, screaming how
To let go of the echo of the way you said my name
When the fire’s gone to ashes
But God, I’m still feeling the flame
Yeah, I’m still feeling the flame, fading
But the same

Dust and echoes
Dust and echoes
Still feeling the flame