I sit on my pillow My cat on my head I hear your voice, boy And cant forget Your kisses were cold and Full of loneliness Hold deep sadness With my hands
I wont be here - I wont be there I will write another story And my tears Will create Will create a lake of sorrows
Chorus: But in april it sounds like love When you call You call my name You call my name
But in april it sounds like love When you call You call my name You call my name You call my name
The door is open now I have to go The moon shines brighter Than it did before The clock strikes twelve Theres no time Time to sleep Well go upstairs Straight to the sky
Im not here - Im not there Took a ball point pen to write you And my tears They create They create a lake of sorrows
Im not here - Im not there Took a ball point pen to write you And my tears They create They create a lake of sorrows
Chorus
The door is open now I have to go The moon shines brighter Than it did before
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