Lyrics Four Empty Walls - Marc Roberts

There's a faded old picture
That hangs on the wall
It's frame is clouded with dust
A sepia print of a lifetime spent
Surrounded by true love and trust

There's a dirty old curtain
That filters the light
And blinds a once familiar view
And the chair is still there
All lonely and bare
Such a part of the life
We once knew

If only the clock
Could turn back its hands
And change these cobwebs
To ribbons and bands
The laughter, the tears
And the heartaches we still recall
We had all the love that we needed
In these four empty walls

In the field there's a tree
And around it we played
Now it's just wasting away
But I can still see
The names we engraved
Of the sweethearts
We'd loved for a day

Now the lock on the door
Is rusted with time
It hides all the memories inside
And though nobody cares
The fact it's still there
Will always bring tears to my eyes

If only the clock
Could turn back its hands
And change these cobwebs
To ribbons and bands
The laughter, the tears
And the heartaches we still recall
We had all the love that we needed
In these four empty walls.