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