Hes Gone — текст песни (Suede)

Tears on a pillow, eyes on the phone,

You pour all the love that you keep inside into a song,

Like hes 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,

Hes 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 inside into the phone, and sit alone

Cos there 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,

Hes gone and it feels like the words to a song



And like the stains on the names of the lives that were gone,

Hes gone and it feels like the words to a song,



So gone, so gone...