Your perfume in the air as you leave..
..becomes the grief in this tomb that I breathe.

Never daring to think beyond thinking we might..
..but the night closed me down.

In town..on a tuesday..when it's wet and so cold..
..I hold onto the dream.
That when I come home..you'll be waiting alone..and for me.

I see it's not real and fate has dealt this cruel blow..
..but how could I possibly know..so soon..that my sun and my moon would fade.
In the leafy glade where you lay..today and forever...never forget..
..our sun never sets it just slips slowly away.

And I still play our game, (in my head now)..do you remember the name..no,don't blush..nobody knows.
I talk and everything slows like it used to..when I was with you.

I talk to my radio, as if my radio could ever know how I feel..once more I can see it's not real but it's how I get through being on my own without you.
Sometimes I think that I've cried myself dry then I cry once again.
Crying myself sane I suppose.
Who knows?