The radio is still on
The tea is cold in your teapot
This garden once was a paradise
The kissing gate shut down

This room once held your laughter
This floor carried your steps
The world now seems so strangely dim
Bittersweet lament

I can still hear your mandolin
Through a tear in the clouds
The sun creeps in and I
I miss you

A moth bangs on the windowpane
Dishes in the sink
Crumbs on the table and your book of songs
Time stands still

Your instruments are lonely
They slowly go out of tune
My head so full of your melodies
This home devoid of you

I can still hear your mandolin
Through a tear in the clouds
The sun creeps in and I
I miss you

Breathe (and I miss you)
Laugh (and I miss you)
Sleep (and I miss you)
Stop, start (and I miss you)

The moon is on the mountain
A mist walks by the sea
Thunder cracks me open
The breakers wash over me

I can still hear your mandolin
Through a tear in the clouds
The sun creeps in and now
Doesn't this feel so untrue
Crashing right out of the blue
And I miss you