Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Old photos line these walls
Through dusty afternoon sun
A breeze moves the curtains slow
Like time barely moves on
(Mmm, barely moves on)
[Pre-chorus]
And I can hear it now
Your mother's record still spinning round
The same old song playing out
[Chorus]
In this empty room, the music keeps on playing
While her records turn and turn without her staying
I touch the wooden frame where she once stood
Remembering the way she'd sway
(Way she'd sway, way she'd sway)
[Verse 2]
Every scratch on vinyl brings
The scent of her perfume back
Notes float up the spiral stairs
To rooms that hold no one
(Ooh, hold no one)
[Pre-chorus]
And I can feel it still
Your mother's heart in every song
That echoes through these halls
[Chorus]
In this empty room, the music keeps on playing
While her records turn and turn without her staying
I touch the wooden frame where she once stood
Remembering the way she'd sway
(Way she'd sway, way she'd sway)
[Bridge]
The neighbors say she left one morning
Just packed her life in cardboard boxes
But she left this turning, turning, turning
[Vocalizing: Ah-ah-ah-yyyy]
[Final Verse]
Sometimes I come here late
To wind the player once again
Let Cuban rhythms fill these walls
Like she never went away
(Never went away)
[Chorus]
In this empty room, the music keeps on playing
While her records turn and turn without her staying
I touch the wooden frame where she once stood
Remembering the way she'd sway
(The way she'd sway...)
[Fade out with soft vocalizations]