From paper to pen, from pen to paper

Breathe these whispered words

From what was once, to what now has to be

Breathe these whispered words

And when the blue ink dries, and when we both have cried



Only tender teardrops will remain...



When night-time falls and the air draws cold

Candles flicker, flames, i close my eyes dreaming you are here

Waiting for your shadow, to appear

And what seems strange once our words fade away, is that



Only tender teardrops will remain

Only tender teardrops will remain



I felt the wind behind me, i turned but you weren't there

I felt the wind behind me, i turned but you weren't there, now



Only tender teardrops will remain...