Verse 1

March twenty-first, the calendar froze

Six months of walking on winter snows

Max, can you hear me through the glass?

Watching the empty doorway pass

The coffee cup still on the kitchen shelf

I'm talking softly just to myself

Chorus

And the rooms are too quiet without your name

Every shadow is holding your empty frame

I am lost in the dark where the hallways end

Trying to wave to my dearest friend

Oh, Max, it’s so heavy, the way home is long

And I don't know how to finish this song

Verse 2

The spring is returning, the flowers awake

I don't know how much more of this I can take

They tell me to heal, they tell me to grow