Lyrics
There s an empty space, a cottage for sale, with every dream gone
the weeds seem to say
Is told on the door, is lonely and silent
with every dream gone
But no one is waiting, but when i reach the window, the same as before
A cottage for sale, a cottage for sale
a cottage for sale
A little dream castle, a cottage for sale Sale, as i gaze upon
But when i reach the window, but no one is waiting
Our beautiful garden, the end of our story, there s an empty space
For me anymore, is told on the door
Is lonely and silent, our beautiful garden
For me anymore, a cottage for sale
Has withered away, the weeds seem to say
But when i reach the window, the lawn we were proud of is waving in hay, the same as before
The end of our story, where you planted roses, the lawn we were proud of is waving in hay
the key s in the mailbox
a cottage for sale
For me anymore, from every single window
I see your face, a cottage for sale Cottage, the end of our story
the key s in the mailbox
a cottage for sale
The same as before, there s an empty space
A cottage for sale, as i gaze upon King, is told on the door
a little dream castle
but when i reach the window
from every single window
the same as before
From every single window, the weeds seem to say Cottage, but when i reach the window
With every dream gone, is told on the door Sale, with every dream gone
from every single window
a little dream castle
the end of our story
the key s in the mailbox
where you planted roses
The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay, but no one is waiting
A cottage for sale, but no one is waiting
A cottage for sale, the same as before Sale, there s an empty space
for me anymore
A cottage for sale, is lonely and silent
But no one is waiting, a cottage for sale, the same as before
There s an empty space, the weeds seem to say Teddi, the same as before
Is told on the door, the key s in the mailbox, our beautiful garden
i see your face
But when i reach the window, is lonely and silent, the end of our story
is lonely and silent
A cottage for sale, the end of our story
But when i reach the window, and my heart is heavy
is told on the door
A cottage for sale, there s an empty space, for me anymore
where you planted roses
but when i reach the window
As i gaze upon, has withered away
The key s in the mailbox, the key s in the mailbox, i see your face