(Costello/Bacharach) 
These rooms play tricks upon you 
Remember when they were always filled with laughter 
But now they're quite deserted 
They seem to just echo voices raised in anger 
Maybe you will see my face 
Reflected there on the pane 
In the window of our poor, forlorn and broken home.

Still this house is empty now 
There's nothing I can do 
To make you want to stay 
So tell me how, how am I supposed to live without you 

These walls were lined with pictures 
Remember the glass we charged in celebration 
But now I fill my life up 
With all that I can do to deaden this sensation 
Do you recognize the face 
Fixed in that fine silver frame 
Were you really so unhappy there 
You never said 

So this house is empty now 
There's nothing I can do to make you want to stay 
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you 

Oh, if I could just become forgetful 
When night seems endless 
Does the extinguished candle care 
About the darkness 

It's funny how the memory 
Will bring you so close then make you disappear 
Meanwhile all our friends must choose 
Who they will favour, who they will lose 
Hang the garland high, or close the door 
Or throw away the key 

This house is empty now 
There's no one living here 
You have to care about 
This house is empty now 
There's nothing I can do 
To make you want to stay 
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you 

This house is empty now 
This house is empty now 
There's nothing I can do 
This house is empty now 
This house is empty now