Lyrics

I can't believe you're not here today
I have an altar built for you,
Surrounded by sheets of linen.
Someone with no imagination
Would say it's nothing more than
Indentation from your head on my pillow next to me.

Oh, I wish you all the best
Once again, I think of you
And the blinking of your eye

Woke up tired and rubbed my eyes...
Your perfume was in the room.
This light lit up my face
And distinguished itself from the shadows
It was the sun of your heart...
It was the shape of your face



If you awaken, love, and I'm not there;
The sheets are cold from the fan blowing
Next to them all night.
The pillow can be my soul
So I can still be there
I will always be there.
And I will always be there.