This House Is Empty Now

This House Is Empty Now - Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)/Burt Bacharach

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

Our poor forlorn and broken home

Still 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

These walls were lined with pictures

Remember the glass we charged in celebration

But now I fill my life up with all that I can

To deaden this sensation

Do you recognize the face

Fixed in that fine silver frame

Were you really so unhappy then You never said

So 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

Does the extinguished candle

Care about the darkness

It's funny how my memory

Will bring you so close

Then make you disappear

Meanwhile all our friends must choose

Who they will favor who they will lose

Hang the garland high or close the door

And throw away the key

This house is empty now

There's no one living

Here you have to care about

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

This house is empty now

There's no one living here you have to care about

This house is empty now

There's nothing I can do

To make you want to stay