I stretch my hands

Clutch vacant laughter

In silence and sweet, sweet pain

Without demand

But with a longing

For what will never come again

I smell your perfume

On the sheets in the morning

It lingers like the patterns on the window after the rain

A past that lives

If only for the present

But which is gone and will never come again

To your sad eyes turned away mine say

Don't you, did you, how?

As the darkness slides away the day

Shows what wasn't, makes what is now

I see your picture

Just as though that was a mirror

But there's no part of you

Outside the frame

Except the change that you gave to me

And this is gone and will never come again

I am me

I was so before you

But afterwards I am not the same

You are gone and I am with you

This will never come again

This will never come again

This will never come again