The right side of the bed is empty, ’cause you’re not here tonight
And you know that the bed is bigger without you
The bed sheets keeps your scent
While the things inside the room are laughing at me
Like a sentry,I am guarding the night from the awakened ones
I am nothing but another prodigal son
I remember the right words when it’s already too late
The answer is found when I am alone
The right side of the bed is empty, ’cause you’re not here tonight
And you know that the bed is bigger without you
Like a sentry,I am guarding the night from the awakened ones
I am nothing but another prodigal son
I remember the right words when it’s already too late
The answer is found when I am alone
And after all, the same question arises
Am I supposed to wander again
Like a sentry...