Cold Hands, Empty House

[Verse 1]
The pine tree's bare, no lights to string,
No stockings hung, no carols to sing.
The wind crawls through where warmth once stayed,
A hollow ache where love decayed.
[Prechorus]
The floorboards creak like they used to laugh,
But silence fills the aftermath.
[Chorus]
Cold hands, empty house,
Echoes whisper what we lost somehow.
The fire’s out, the nights stretch long,
No mistletoe, no winter song.
Cold hands, empty house,
The chill's inside me now.
[Verse 2]
A cup of coffee, two chairs that wait,
But one’s untouched, just like my plate.
The snow keeps falling, it don’t ask why,
It just blankets the world in a lonely white sky.
[Chorus]
Cold hands, empty house,
Echoes whisper what we lost somehow.
The fire’s out, the nights stretch long,
No mistletoe, no winter song.
Cold hands, empty house,
The chill's inside me now.
[Bridge]
I tried to hang the wreath we bought,
But it looked too full of what I’ve not.
Every shadow, every space,
Still carries the ghost of your embrace.

country, slow-burn, emotional winter ballad, acoustic, emotional, ballad, male vocals, slow