Empty Galleries - Kid Astray

You’ll never hear it

The sound of water running freely

Just the snow beneath your feet

The gravel underneath

You’ll never hear it

Ooh, ooh

No one left to speak

Ooh, ooh

You’ll never hear it

The sound of wind is disappearing

People walking down the streets

The empty galleries

You’ll never hear it

You’ll never see it

You’ll never feel it

Standing on the peak

Your fingers on my cheek

Telling me to stay, to stay, to stay