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 a place of your own
You pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone, and sit alone
'Cos these are the 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