(D. Pickerill/P. O'Donoughue) 



This song is for listening to

On nights you're all alone

Blank face at the window pane

Or a silent telephone 

Chorus:

And it's all about a boy you have known

With black hair or brown hair

And hands made of stone



He had eyes like the (deeps?) in the sky

Hair like the clouds you've seen floating by

And my sky was your cloud

You made the first smile I had ever worn



Chorus



Do you wonder if he knows now

Of the pain behind your eyes

The scorching in your throat

Or the half … forgotten … sighs

Do you try hard to sleep

And feel old memories

Creeping to the dark folds of night

??? your glance and made me dance

The first dance I had ever seen



Chorus