Paroles de 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 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