The Attic

Photographs Picture frames The curtains falling back Yellow lights flickering The bulbs are getting tired Who knows where We kept the record player from all those nights At home Nobody seems to know 'Cause we don't feel The dust that's in the air Anymore, anywhere, but still We don't see The love was always there In the room, on the wall, the floor, the broken chair 'Cause we don't feel The dust that's in the air Anymore, anywhere, but still We don't see The love was always there In the room, on the wall, the floor, the broken chair