[Verse]


    There's a 

grief that can

't be spoken.
              
There's a pain

             
 goes on and o

n.
              
Empty chairs a

        
t empty tables
             
Now my friends

              
 are dead and 


gone.


    Here they 

talked of revo

lution.
              
Here it was th

            
ey lit the fla

me.
              
Here they sang

          
 about `tomorr

ow'
             
And tomorrow n

      
ever came.


[Chorus]

             
From the table

       
 in the corner
           
They could see

          
 a world rebor

n
           
And they rose 

             
with voices ri

nging
            
I can hear the

   
m now!
            
The very words

           
 that they had

  
 sung
            
Became their l

       
ast communion
           
    On the lon

            
ely barricade 

    
at dawn.


[Verse]

            
    Oh my frie

              
nds, my friend

                  
s forgive me
              
That I live an

           
d you are gone

.
              
There's a grie

              
f that can't b

   
e spoken.
             
There's a pain

             
 goes on and o

#
n.

 
    Phantom fa

ces at the win

dow.
              
Phantom shadow

          
s on the floor

.
              
Empty chairs a

         
t empty tables
            
Where my frien

              
ds will meet n

   
o more.


    Oh my frie

nds, my friend

s, don't ask m

e
              
What your sacr

           
ifice was for
              
Empty chairs a

        
t empty tables
            
Where my frien

              
ds will sing n

                       
o more.