I sit on my pillow

My cat on my head

I hear your voice, boy

And can't forget

Your kisses were cold and

Full of loneliness

Hold deep sadness

With my hands



I won't be here - I won't 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

There's no time

Time to sleep

We'll go upstairs

Straight to the sky



I'm not here - I'm not there

Took a ball point pen to write you

And my tears

They create

They create a lake of sorrows



I'm not here - I'm 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



Was not here, was not there

Yes, I wrote another story

And my tears, and my tears...