The Clientele - Everybody's Gone Lyrics

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