Verse 1

I leave one plate beside the sink

Though no one’s coming through the door

The kettle clicks, the room goes still

I count the cracks along the floor

Your old blue mug is upside down

I turn it over every day

As if a small familiar thing

Could keep the quiet far away

Pre-Chorus

I’m tired of making peace

With all this empty space

I want a voice to answer me

A hand I know by touch

Chorus

I’m so tired of being alone

Of holding every hurt on my own

If you can hear me, meet me where I am