If I see her face
Stretching out before me
On the open road
If I feel her breath
Making icy patches
On my frozen nose
Now I'm not mad
Nor having a dream
For it doesn't mean
I'm living a lie
Should she feel the sting
Of the tears in my eyes
Let her cry over me
When I feel her spirit
Making stark impressions
On my absent mind
Her naked body
Pressing up against me
Like no other kind
I'm lost without her
And I love her because
No-one can tell me
She isn't real
So if she feels
The things that I feel
Let her cry over me
When I see her face
On my photograph
It seems to come alive
And it cast a shadow
Which only you could ever fit inside
Now I'm so sad
At me being here
As I sit and wonder
How this did occur
And all this time
I cry over her
Let her cry over me
After all this time
I cry over her
Let her cry over me.
