His body loved her, his mind was set on other things. Keep your face out
of sight and your thoughts to yourself. And this went on for several
nights festering in silence, growing in the dark and this they saw as love,
love, so sad to see; they suffocate at night. And this they saw as love,
love, so sad to see it slowly die. She met his wishes, he found he had
changed his mind. Now the fit is too tight and the bedroom too warm. The
days are filled with things to do. Night-time lies so hollow and memories
betray. Memories of love, love, so sad to see, etc. Two years have
passed, two years of emptiness inside and the grey skies above show just
how far I went wrong. I wonder if she's living there, the way that I
recall, the way I'll always think of you. And when I think of you I think
of love. I wrote you a letter, I threw it away. I wrote you a letter, I
threw it away. I need her, I know I don't need her. I need her, oh.