I know that its over its come to an end
and I cant reply to the words that you send
I know that youll never go back to work
but deep in the answers of life do you lurk
I cant forget the red curtains you hung
I cant even taste the wine on my tongue
I realize your supper is just getting cold
with no chance to be dignified and old
you whose laughter I still hear
you whose tears I still feel
you whose hair I still touch
if only in my heart