White Walls |
by C. Carson Parks |
Verse 1 One little whisper of cobweb, where the ceiling reaches the wall. Lingering echo of footsteps; gone is the rug from the hall. All of my shirts look deserted, wrinkling there on the floor. Gone is the dresser that held them, and your robe is not back of the door Chorus And the white walls are blinding me And the white lights are blinding me And the bare floors reminding me That you're gone, gone, gone, gone Verse 2 Only one toothbrush left hanging; no towel for wiping my tears Pictures are gone from the mantle; they were taken in happier years Here is the bottle of bourbon; jelly jar glass will do fine Little tap water to cool me; oh, the mem'ries of happier times. (Repeat chorus) Verse 3 Somehow, the place looks so different, though it's empty as the day we moved in. Just a few curtains and pillows; here's where our life would begin But it wasn't the chair or the sofa, that go with you wherever you go That made the world we lived in; it was the way that you filled the place so. (Repeat chorus and sob a lot) |
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