Lyrics: Robert Lancaster
Music: Let Babylon Burn
I still set your cup down by the kettle
Still fold your shirt and smooth the sleeve
There’s a ghost in the hallway humming gentle
And dust where you used to breathe
The house ain’t loud, but it ain’t quiet
It creaks with everything unsaid
Every light I leave on’s a riot
A war with knowing you’re really dead
The calendar’s still stuck on April
Your coat still hangs by the door
I write to you at the kitchen table
Then burn the note right on the floor
So I talk to the air
Like you're still there
Pretend your voice might answer me
If love was enough
You’d still wake up
And laugh at how I grieve
But there’s dust now…
Where you used to breathe
I dreamt you sat down in your old chair
Didn’t say a thing — just smiled
And I wept like a damn fool sitting right there
Like a motherless child
So I talk to the air
Like you're still there
Pretend your voice might answer me
If love was enough
You’d still wake up
And laugh at how I grieve
But there’s dust now…
Where you used to breathe
I’ll keep the house warm, keep the door wide
Keep your name safe on my tongue
They say grief gets lighter in the daylight
But mine’s only just begun