Ive learned exactly which of the floorboards groan And how the AC exhales when it kicks on So? Ive been losing sleep I swear I heard the lilies bend, then bloom, then weep I wouldnt call it silent Its a different kind of quiet When youre gone When youre gone I start at the ice machines dark art My eyes go for the door, my hand to my heart Ive gotten used to Tennessee The way the night sounds and the way the trees creak I wouldnt call it silent Its a different kind of quiet When youre gone When youre gone I wouldnt call it silent Its a different kind of quiet When youre gone When youre gone The garden calls to me, my roses in the rain The poses I maintain to seem strong I force the time to pass until youre back again To block the wind that blows right through my bones I wouldnt call it silent Its a different kind of quiet When youre gone When youre gone I wouldnt call it silent Its a different kind of quiet When youre gone When youre gone
gone, silent, quiet, different, wouldnt