These rooms play tricks upon you. Remember when they were always filled with laughter?. But now they're quite deserted. They seem to just echo voices raised in anger. Maybe you will see my face. Reflected there on the pane. In the window of our poor. Forlorn and broken home. Still this house is empty now. There's nothing I can do. To make you want to stay. So tell me how. Am I supposed to live without you?. These walls were lined with pictures. Remember the glass we charged in celebration?. But now I fill my life up. With all that I can to deaden this sensation. Do you recognize the face. Fixed in that fine silver frame. Were you really so unhappy then?. You never said. So this house is empty now. There's nothing I can do. To make you want to stay. So tell me how. Am I supposed to live without you?. Oh if I could just become forgetful. When night seems endless. Does the extinguished candle care. About the darkness?. It's funny how my mem’ry. Will bring you so close then make you disappear. Meanwhile all our friends must choose. Who they will favour who they will lose. Hang the garland high or close the door. And throw away the key. This house is empty now. There's no one living here. You have to care about. This house is empty now. There's nothing I can do. To make you want to stay. So tell me how. Am I supposed to live without you?. This house is empty now. There's no one living here. You have to care about. This house is empty now. There's nothing I can do. To make you want to stay. So tell me how. Am I supposed to live without you?.