Count the pictures
 On the walls 

 This place, was it always
 So empty
 Was everything the way
 I remember 

 Your image is dull and blurred
 By [bad word] of time again
 An era [bad word] and gone
 And everything that belongs
 Exists no more 

 The air I'm breathing
 It is changing 

 One would think
 Memories are living
 But behind these pictures
 Lies nothing
 Nothing at all.