Words and Music Richard Hingley 2006

Empty spaces surround me now
Embers smolder in the fireplace
The pillow crumpled from where your head once lay
Noises sound out as if theyre from today - from today - Oooh - oooooh

The sound of you has gone
The smell of you has gone
The essence of you has gone

Candles flicker from a draft come through a door
The light crawls like fingers across the floor
The mirrors cracked from a lie it once told
Change the record before we get too old we get too old - Oooh - oooooh

The touch of you has gone
The feel of you has gone
The essence of you has gone

The weeds are growing up while the rain is coming down
A deception of the mind or an illusion of the light
With that fire in your eyes youre off into the night
With a story to be told when your grandkids get old
But you feel so alone

The sound of you has gone
The smell of you has gone
The essence of you has gone

Oooh - oooooh youre gone.