Lake of April

I sit on my pillow, cat on my head

I hear your voice boy and can't forget

Your kisses were cold and full of loneliness

Hold deep sadness with my hands

Won't be here, won't be there

I will write another story

And my tears will create

will create a lake of sorrows



But in April it sounds like love

When you call, you call my name

You call my name

But in April it sounds like love

When you call, you call my name

You call my name, you call my name



The door is open now I have to go

The moon shines brighter than it did before

The clock strikes twelve

there's no time, time to sleep

We'll go upstairs straight to the sky

I'm not here, I'm not there there

took a ball point pen to write you

And my tears they create

they create a lake of sorrows

I'm not here, I'm not there

took a ball point pen to write you

And my tears they create