The silence in this house is killing me I walk from room to room and look around Maybe you appear out of thin air Make some of your sweet delicate sound Oh Mary things keep haunting me Memories like t-shirts on a chair You would stand right here and tilt your head Run your perfect fingers through your hair For the precious love of sweet Melissa Jean For the precious love of sweet Melissa Jean I washed all of the clothes you left behind Now they just remind me of my own Please bring back the morning and the sun Bring me back the whispers and the guile Collarbones and ankles feed my soul Solitude gets old after a while For the precious love of sweet Melissa Jean For the precious love of sweet Melissa Jean For the precious love of sweet Melissa Jean For the precious love of sweet Melissa Jean