Tears on a pillow
Eyes on the phone
You pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song,
Like "He's Gone"
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside
You smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into the phone
Into the phone
And like the leaves on the trees,
Like the Carpenters song,
Like the planes and the trains and the lives that were young,
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
With the style of a widow,
And the place of your own
You pour all the words that you keep inside
Into the phone
And sit alone
Cos these are the thoughts that you keep inside
And you smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song
into a song
And like the leaves on the trees,
Like the Carpenters song,
Like the planes and the trains and the lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
So gone, so gone...