I sit on my pillow, 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
Won"t be here, won"t be there
I will write another story
And my tears will create
will create a lake of sorrows
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 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
