Everybody's Gone

Please don't say a thing It's so simple just to let it all begin And I bend my head To kiss your lips again And stoop to touch your hand It's half past eight When I get home So let the gas fire glow Everybody's gone and the fever That lights up the empty room Floods the distance And the emptiness between us Like a miracle Your shoulders bare Your bed untouched You haunted me so much Your make up on Your bed untouched You haunted me so much --- Everybody's Gone - The Clientele