He's Gone

by Two Gods

Tears on a pillow

Eyes on the phone

You pour all the love that you keep inside into a song

Like "He's Gone"

And these are the thoughts that you keep inside

You smile from your window

And stand all alone

And pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone

Into the phone

And like the leaves on the trees

Like the Carpenters song

Like the planes and the trains and the lives that were young

He's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

With the style of a widow

And the place of your own

You pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone

And sit alone

Cos there are thoughts that you keep inside

And you smile from your window

And stand all alone

And pour all the love that you keep inside into a song

into a song

And like the leaves on the trees

Like the Carpenters song

Like the planes and the trains and the lives that were young

He's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names of the lives that were young

He's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

And like the leaves on the trees

Like the Carpenters song

Like the planes and the trains and the lives that were young

He's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names of the lives that were young

He's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

So gone, so gone...

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