Suede - He's gone

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 these are the thoughts that you keep inside
And 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 of the 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 of the young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song,
So gone,
So gone...