Echoes, echoes of you.
It's funny how a mirror image –or even a picture just isn't the same.
I hear your name through the air…
It whispers its way into my ear…
It travels with the wind…
And I'll never hear it again.
I need you here.
I'm standing alone in a crowded room,
Unwanted and ignored.
I'm alone without you.
Times have changed, I suppose.
I hope you never do.
If I one day move mountains,
I hope you'll be the first to notice.
I hope you'll be the first to realize,
It was me.
Echoes of your being,
Will always live through me.
One day you're going to come back,
And realize that you're never going to change.
Because now, you live in me.