Lyrics Everybody's Gone - The Clientele

Everybody's Gone

Please don’t say a thing
It’s so simple just to let it all begin
And I bend my head to kiss your lips again
And stoop to touch your hand
It’s half-past eight
When I get home
So let the gas fire glow
Everybody’s gone
And the fever that lights up the empty room
Floods the distance & the
Emptiness between us like a miracle
Your shoulders bare
Your bed untouched
You haunted me so much
Your make up on
Your bed untouched
You haunted me so much