Lyrics:

These rooms play tricks upon youRemember when they were always filled with laughterBut now they're quite desertedThey seem to just echo voices raised in angerMaybe you will see my faceReflected there on the paneIn the window up above our poor forlornand broken homeYet this house is empty nowThere's nothing I can doTo make you want to staySo tell me how am I supposed to live without youThese walls were lined with picturesRemember the glass we charged in celebrationBut now I fill my life upWith all that I can to deaden this sensationDo you recognize the faceFixed in that fine silver frameWere you really so unhappy thereYou never saidSo this house is empty nowThere's nothing I can do to make you want to staySo tell me how am I supposed to live without youOh, if I could just become forgetfulWhen night seems endlessDoes the extinguished candle careAbout the darknessIt's funny how the memoryWill bring you so close then make you disappearMeanwhile all our friends must chooseWho they will favor, who they will loseHang the garland high or close the doorOr throw away the keyThis house is empty nowThere's no one living hereYou have to care aboutThis house is empty nowThere's nothing I can doTo make you want to staySo tell me how am I supposed to live without youThis house is empty nowThis house is empty nowThere's nothing I can doThis house is empty nowThis house is empty now

Burt Bacharach This House Is Empty Now