The Absence of You

I take a walk on the Seine Cross Pont Neuf on my way to St. Germain Love-hearts on padlocks on wire in the mist Where young lovers kiss and swear to be true Echoes of ten thousand sighs of love And yet I feel only the absence of you Out of a window on the thirtieth floor Central Park shines with the coming of dawn Through eyes rendered weary by jetlag and wine I turn 'round to find, there's a girl in my room For a moment we kiss but her vodka-soaked lips Taste only of the absence of you I don't know What all of this means If you are not here with me And I am lost When we are apart There's a hole in my heart That light passes through And the pattern it creates Is the shape of the absence of you Spring has been found hanging 'round Soho Square So I'll take my coffee and newspaper there To bask in the not-warm-enough April sun With the workers who come to eat Pret with no shoes But the grass to the side of the patch where I'm lying Is flat with the absence of you I don't know What all this is for If you are not near to me And I can't sleep Sleep is no fun when the unruly sun Will reveal the truth A space in my bed as cold as the dead Exactly the size and the shape of the absence of you And all of this beauty runs over and through me And pools 'round my shoes And the puddle it forms Conforms to the shape of The absence of you