Each time I remember The day you went away And how I would listen to the things you had to say I just break down As I look around - And the only things I see Are loneliness and emptiness And an unlit Christmas tree.
— Mud
Each time I remember The day you went away And how I would listen to the things you had to say I just break down As I look around - And the only things I see Are loneliness and emptiness And an unlit Christmas tree.
— Mud