Good Memories

The room is too quiet, the walls are too tall.
I keep hearing echoes of voices that fall.
Why does my heart feel so lost in the sound,
Like every good memory just slipped to the ground?
Tell me where the light used to be.
I'm trying to find it, but I can't see it.
I walk through the halls where the shadows repeat.
Every door I open leads me to the same empty street.
The silence is louder than any alarm,
And the cold in my chest won't let go of my calm.
Tell me where the light used to be.
I'm trying to find it.
I can't see it.
But I can't see it.