There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Now my friend is dead and gone.
...
From the table in the corner
She could see a world reborn
And she rose with her voice ringing
And I can hear her now.
The very words that she had sung
Became her last communion
On the lonely barricade
At dawn.
Oh my friend, my friend forgive me
That I live, and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows at the door
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friend will sit no more
Oh my friend, my friend don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for.
Empty chairs at empty tables...
Rest in peace, Dominique.
