Lyrics

 
There’s a room in a house built for four,
I don’t go in it too much anymore,
Memories stuck and branded your name,
And the furniture needs cleaning.
 
And I used to carry a picture,
A picture of you, everywhere that I went,
And I used to think I was so unbreakable,
Now I’m trying to pick up the pieces.
 
There’s a box in the closet,
The top shelf, the one I can barely see,
I never touch it, don’t open the lid,
‘Cause what flows from it is too beautiful.
 
And I used to carry a picture,
A picture of you, everywhere that I went,
And I used to think I was so unbreakable,
Now I’m trying to pick up the pieces.
 
And you are standing right beside me,
And I can finally breathe,
And if you held me, you’d remember,
We were too beautiful.
 
There’s a room in a house built for four,
I don’t go in there too much anymore,
Memories stuck and branded your name,
And what flows from it is too beautiful.
 
And I used to carry a picture,
A picture of you, everywhere that I went,
And I used to think I was so unbreakable,
Now I’m trying to pick up the pieces.
But we were too beautiful,
Too beautiful.