[ti:Empty chairs at empty tables]
[ar:Gareth Gates]
[al:]
[00:07.53]There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
[00:12.41]There’s a pain goes on and on.
[00:17.89]Empty chairs at empty tables
[00:22.53]Now my friends are dead and gone.
[00:29.75]Here they talked of revolution.
[00:35.04]Here it was they lit the flame.
[00:40.38]Here they sang about `tomorrow
[00:44.71]And tomorrow never came.
[00:52.49]From the table in the corner
[00:56.72]They could see a world reborn
[01:01.46]And they rose with voices ringing
[01:05.99]And I can hear them now!
[01:10.12]The very words that they had sung
[01:16.23]Became their last communion
[01:22.90]On the lonely barricade at dawn.
[01:30.74]Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
[01:35.23]That I live and you are gone.
[01:40.06]There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
[01:43.80]There’s a pain goes on and on.
[01:49.54]Phantom faces at the window.
[01:54.13]Phantom shadows on the floor.
[01:58.26]Empty chairs at empty tables
[02:01.90]Where my friends will meet no more.
[02:07.62]Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
[02:14.76]What your sacrifice was for
[02:19.25]Empty chairs at empty tables
[02:23.80]Where my friends will sing no more.