The empty pillow next to mine
Waits only for that precious time
When you will come into my bed
And evermore there rest your head
...
They tell me to play hard to get
And so I turn away
But deep inside I really know
That I don't want to play
...
How I miss my silly friend
The one who shared my bed
But it was so much more than that
He also shared my head
...
You come with a warning
You know what they say?
That you're a heartbreaker
And I'd best stay away
...
Looking for you
All over the place
Looking at them
But seeing your face
...
He's a special man
That can't be found
So if you're smart,
you'll wait around
...
Please stop and smell my roses
Their scent is sweet and pure
They're right here where your nose is
Not on some far-off shore
...
How do you look in the mirror
Your smile must look way out of place
Deception has never been clearer
It's written all over your face
...
A time ago my love,
I thought to inquire of you
'Were I a rose, what color? '
You answered, 'Palest blue.'
...
I'm getting used to no you
Even after all the years
Now waking in the morning
My eyes aren't wet with tears
...
Your silence says so much
Because it never used to be
The stillness of the telephone
Is screaming out at me
...
It's morning
So I'll check and see
If my broken heart
Is there for me
...
The Empty Pillow
The empty pillow next to mine
Waits only for that precious time
When you will come into my bed
And evermore there rest your head
It does not smile, nor does it weep
It only waits in pretend sleep
And keeps a watch for your sweet face
And as it does, it holds your place
It seems to guard its secrets well
For I have touched the edge of hell
From wanting you with pain that grows
But not the pillow...it just knows
If I should rest upon it there
Perhaps my friend will softly share
The peace it holds, and how to 'know'
And give me strength...to just let go