Laying on my bed
Too tired to do something
Too tired to think
Too tired to go to sleep
Staring at the ceiling
All my mind goes blank
I hear the birds singing the lullaby of the good old days
Time is passing out
Nothing else to think about
Just a void in my heart
And the echoes of the past
Time is passing out
No one there to dream about
Just a void in my heart
And the echoes of the past
And the echoes of the past
And the echoes of the past
Echoes
Echoes
Echoes
Echoes
An empty playground (empty)
Lost in the depths of the night (of the night)
Not even a sound (sound)
Just the sizzling of a street lamp's light
Nostalgia in my mind
Memories are clearer
Happiness left behind
This feels so peculiar
Time is passing out
Nothing else to think about
Just a void in my heart
And the echoes of the past
Time is passing out
No one there to dream about
Just a void in my heart
And the echoes of the past
And the echoes of the past
And the echoes of the past
Echoes
Echoes
Echoes
Echoes