When there are those puppets on the candlelight 
And the southern wind blows cold 
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside 
Well then I think I know, I'll sleep no more 

thousand houses in my head 
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said 

When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning 
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night 

When there are those cups left on my table side 
And the southern wind won't flow 
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside 
Well then I think I know 
Well then I know it's all about surprises 

thousand houses in my head 
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said 

When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning 
Faces that I dedicate to turn 
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning 
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night 

thousand houses in my head 
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said 

Cause when I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning 
Faces that I dedicate to turn 
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning 
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night