We have become strangers 
Perhaps I will recognise you 
The shape of your shadow 
As the sun passes from morning to night 
In a dull dusk I might see you 
Know the sound of your voice 
You call across a room 
I feel your words whisper and echo 
A fresh breeze blows

I think not
We have become strangers
I will not recognise you
Your shape is a shadow
The sun passed from morning to dusk
In the dull night I can't see you
The sound of your voice is a silence
All of the rooms are empty
The windows are open