Peggy - Dala

I saw your shoes empty by the door

I’ve never thought of them like that before

And I can hear the silence in between the sound

But I still hear your voice when you are not around

And I saw your mother’s name, in a book of poetry

And I saw your mother’s hand, in her favourite recipe

But she will never know me, no she will never know

Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind

Well this is the place where nothing stays the same

And these are the feelings that never go away

And I can see the time filling up your eyes

We are all the things we try to hide

And I saw your mother’s name, in a book of poetry

And I saw your mother’s hand, in her favourite recipe

But she will never know me, no she will never know

Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind

Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind

I saw your shoes empty by the door

I’ve never thought of them like that before