She wants to shout She wants to cry out But who would she cry to? When no one knows what to say or do In the hallway She'll stop by his door And listen for some lingering laughter From before You left a hole in this house Everyday I walk along its edges And every night I fall in Into the abyss Again and again They say it will get better What shallow mindless chatter! No they can't stand my hopelessness I guess they fear that it might be contagious. You left a hole in this house Everyday I walk along its edges And every night I fall in Into the abyss Again and again Every morning when she wakes She feels a residue of past shapes Oh, how she hates that trace more than anything That brief flicker of hope, that cruel remembering Hope is a lullaby To help you get by Hope is a lullaby To help you get by