There's an empty space
The end of our story is told on the door
The key's in the mailbox, the same as before
I see your face
But no one is waiting for me anymore
The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay
But when I reach a window
But no one is waiting for me anymore
A cottage for sale
And my heart is heavy as I gaze upon
Our beautiful garden has withered away
I see your face
The end of our story is told on the door
A cottage for sale
A cottage for sale
From every single window
But when I reach a window
Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say
From every single window
There's an empty space
The key's in the mailbox, the same as before