| I’m late again tonight
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| He’s not here
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| I feel him here anyway
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| Get the mail and feed the cat
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| Clutch the silence alone just like that
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| No more Thursday night TV
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| No more Golf games on Saturday
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| Not much laundry now, fewer dishes
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| Wipe the tears away with his kisses
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| Open the window, let go of my hand
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| Don’t keep saying you love me
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| Over again
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| I need to see you turn away
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| There’s too much room here and i
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| Shouldn’t stay
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| I still see his face and feel his hand
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| When i close my eyes
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| And i believe the sun still burns in the night
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| I asked for time and he gave him time
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| Now i know i’m right
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| When i finally get home, i still look for his car
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| All i want is his smile and hello
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| I don’t wish much
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| But i don’t know what i need
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| All i know is i’m stupid and incomplete
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| But i still say
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| Open the window, let go of my hand
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| Don’t keep saying you love me
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| Over again
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| I need to see you turn away
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| Oh
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| Open the window, let go
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| Don’t keep saying you love me
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| I need to see you turn away
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| There’s too much room here and i
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| Shouldn’t stay
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| Too much empty time, too much lonely space |
| Too much room here and i
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| Shouldn’t stay
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| I can’t walk away
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| I still his face
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| I must run
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| I shouldn’t stay
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| I still see his face
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| I still see his face |