"Empty Streets" is about the silence after connection fades — the walls we build to protect ourselves, and the longing that still burns beneath. A song of solitude, self-protection, and the fragile hope that love can one day break through.
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i scatter words like leaves on an empty street
tracing my steps to rhythms no soul can meet
a fleeting smile yet it fades to grey
i learned too mask and turn away
these echoes whisper soft but they slip right through
holding me back time after time
a fragile shell where i silently yell
it's just the weight of longing
too many doors have been closed without a sign
a gentle touch then silence once again
these walls i built are never meant to break
and when they shake i will run back into these…
empty streets surround me
i just see empty streets it's just me
empty streets surround me
i just see empty streets it's just me
i do not mean to hurt but i turn away
the warmth is too much too much to take
this shallow shell that i used way too well
is pulling tighter every day
yet somewhere past there is a silent glow
the smallest flame still burning deep below
not every love will turn and fade to dust
not every soul is meant to be untouched
one day these walls will break and loose their hold
a spark so wild it won't drive me away
no fear to hold no need to run away
but until then i will flee back into these….
empty streets surround me
i just see empty streets it's just me
empty streets surround me
i just see empty streets it's just me
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