Empty Chairs

Empty Chairs Don Mclean I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame And I wonder if you know T

(Claude-Michel Schonberg/Alain Boubil/Herbert Kretzmer) There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain goes on and on Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution Here it was they lit the flame He