There's a house in the corner of a square.
My heart and my memories I left there.
Today as deeper into sadness I slowly sink.
Today I am hurt with another broken link.

Bricks and mortar, gardens, chimney stack.
If I could only return, a clock to turn back.
A family I loved, every day under that roof.
And today my tears of that are living proof.

I pass that house most days, I blow a kiss.
Now it'll be empty, something else I'll miss.
Goodbye Brookside Ave, I left 5 years ago.
But nowhere now for those kisses to blow.