Your voice still echo’s through this house
Telling me how much you loved this evening me
  Your footsteps still walking down the hall
Telling me it’s time to go
But before I’ll get the chance to think I love you so

Then an awful sound hits the wall I can’t hear my thoughts through the noise
It kills every sound of your tender voice and your footsteps down the hall
The closing of the door still echo’s through these walls

I picket up the phone and stared at the numbers
Am I afraid to dial yours because I don’t know what you’d say?
So I hang up the phone and I look at you picture
I know you want to tell me tomorrow is another day

But then an awful sound hits the wall I can’t hear my thoughts through the noise
It kills every sound of your tender voice and your footsteps down the hall
The closing of the door still echo’s through these walls