Suede - He's Gone lyrics
[Suede - He's Gone lyrics]
Tears on a pillow eyes on the phone
You pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song like 'He's Gone'
And these are the thoughts
That you keep inside
You smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into the phone into the phone
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and
They lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
With the style of a widow
And the place of your own
You pour all the words that you keep inside
Into the phone and sit alone
And these are the thoughts
That you keep inside
And smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song into a song
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and
They lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names
Of the lives of the young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and
They lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names
Of the lives of the young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
So gone so gone
You pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song like 'He's Gone'
And these are the thoughts
That you keep inside
You smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into the phone into the phone
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and
They lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
With the style of a widow
And the place of your own
You pour all the words that you keep inside
Into the phone and sit alone
And these are the thoughts
That you keep inside
And smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song into a song
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and
They lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names
Of the lives of the young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and
They lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names
Of the lives of the young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
So gone so gone