We used to count the raindrops on your window sill,
We used to lie together and stare at the city lights,
We used to sit together under the tree on that hill,
And when the sunset came you'd kiss me and hold me tight,
But then you left.
Now there are no raindrops to count on the window sill,
The city lights don't sparkle like they used to before,
They cut down that tree on the hill, I let them,
And now the sunset's just a herald of the lonely nights
I spend alone with the memories of what was,
The memories of you and what could have been.
But you're gone and all I have now are ghosts.