Empty Appartment Jazz Lyrics

Old wooden floors tell tales

As I dance between these walls

Next door's saxophone wails

While evening shadow falls

Dancing alone but not lonely

In this space I call my own

Next door's jazz flows slowly

Through these walls of stone

Coffee cup rings on dreams

Sheet music scattered round

City life flows in streams

Of distant urban sounds

(Sound of coffee being poured)

(Spoken softly over jazz)

Mr. Johnson's saxophone stories

Mrs. Liu's piano at dawn

Every wall holds memories

Of lives we build upon

Paint peeling poetry

On my kitchen wall

This solitude sets me free

I'm home in it all

(Sound of window being opened)

Dancing alone but not lonely

In this space I call my own

Next door's jazz flows slowly

Through these walls of stone

City lights paint shadows gold

As night seeps through my door

Some stories are best told

In spaces we explore

Alone