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

Was not here - was not there