Of the kitchen island through the pocket doors
But my heart snapped over like a plastic fork
When your name kept dropping in the tapping rain storm.
Fifteen years and you're just a stranger
I never pictured an ending like it.
There's a figure on the tv
In the blizzard waving back at me
Like a spirit of an old forgotten friend.
If that was only half of it
The other half lives on
The lightning ripping in
A fierce summer storm.
Fifteen years and you're almost good as gone.
Now the mice are squeakin'
And the floorboards keep creakin'
And I don't have the strength to quiet 'em any more
I just sit and stare, I just sit and stare.
Behind the window bars
The other half lives on.