Everybody's Gone - The Clientele

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 & 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