Tears on a pillow Eyes on the phone You pour all the love that you keep it inside Into a song Like 'He's gone' These are the thoughts that you keep it inside You smile from your window And standing all alone And pour all the love that you keep it 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 words that you keep it inside Into the phone And sit alone And these are the thoughts that you keep it inside And you smile from your window And stand all alone Pour all the love that you keep it 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 La da da da, la da da da La da da da, da da da © POLYGRAM MUSIC PUBG LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com