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
l through a vacant feeling on 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

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
comes around, close and far
deepest place, softest part
not a voice, only echoes of a heart