Echoes Of A Heart
David Mead
Now Im crossing broadway towards a rising sun
In a waking city Im a loaded gun
I came home tonight to no one
Not a sound, then it starts
Something speaks from the dark
Not a voice
Only echoes of a heart
Coming off the ceiling, rolling down the hall
Through a vacant feeling like a distant call
I hear nothing but the rise and fall
Not a sound, then it starts
Something speaks from the dark
Not a voice
Only echoes of a heart
Comes around, close and far
Deepest place, softest part
Not a voice
Only echoes of a heart
