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The Empty Chair
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The Empty Chair was released on August 21, 2026 by Let Babylon Burn Records as a part of the album Serendipity
August 21, 2026
LabelLet Babylon Burn Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM57
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Mr. Carter...
Lived at number seven.
Everyone knew his garden.
Nobody knew the man.
Every morning, six o'clock,
He'd sweep the same old stone.
Wave politely at the neighbours...
Then eat his breakfast all alone.
His kettle sang.
His clock kept time.
His roses climbed the wall.
Funny thing...
Nobody noticed...
He never laughed at all.
He said...
"A man should keep his house in order."
So he did.
Everything...
Except his heart.
There's an empty chair
By the window every night.
Still facing where she used to sit...
Still waiting for the light.
Some things break with shouting.
Some...
Just disappear.
Funny how a whole life...
Can fit...
Inside an empty chair.
His daughter moved to somewhere south.
She wrote for maybe two more years.
The letters slowly grew apart...
Like ink dissolving into tears.
He kept them tied with faded string.
Inside the second drawer.
Never read them.
Just knew...
They wouldn't come...
Anymore.
The richest man...
On the street...
Couldn't buy...
One Sunday back.
There's an empty chair
By the window every night.
Still facing where she used to sit...
Still holding on too tight.
Money bought him silence.
Time...
Collected every debt.
The things he couldn't say...
Became...
The things he can't forget.
One winter morning...
The postman knocked.
No answer.
The milk stayed...
On the step.
When they opened up the front door...
Everything...
Was exactly where he'd left it.
The clock.
The kettle.
The roses.
The letters.
And one chair...
Looking...
Toward another.
At the auction...
Someone bought the house.
Someone bought the table.
Nobody wanted...
The chair.
There's an empty chair
Somewhere in us all.
Waiting for the words we thought...
Could wait another call.
Love don't leave all at once.
It leaves...
An inch...
A day.
Until one quiet morning...
There's nobody...
Left to stay.
If someone...
Comes to mind...
Call them.
Before...
The chair...
Becomes...
Yours.
Written by: Robert Lancaster
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