These rooms play tricks upon you
Remember when they were always filled with laughter
But now they’re quite deserted
They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
Maybe you will see my face reflected there on the pane
In the window up above for long
In broken home
Yet this house is empty now
There’s nothing I can do to make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you
Oh, if I could just become forgetful
When night seems endless...

extract from This House Is Empty Now - Elvis Costello