Without a word you taught me how to hold you
You recognized which rattling keys were mine
Every time I put one in the lock these days, I feel an echo of you
And those peculiar routines, at night, I never doze off anymore
Without sending you a thought or a smile

My hands are now a book of recollection
My songs used to be the only thing to ever shut you up
You used to disappear into my guitar, and now, silence rules
And I know better than trying to replace you
But I had to buy the most expensive coat I could find
Just to see me through

And I guess you were the link between my days, by giving me yours
And I'm a writer of songs, in them things are as I say
And if I say there's a heaven somewhere for you, I believe
If I only sing this beautiful enough right now, it will be true
And then, that's where you are staying

Now, you destroyed my favourite socks
And many of my things you made your own
But you stayed close to me in my countless hours of grief
You would never leave

And I wish I had memories of where I saw you last
Did you see yourself abandoned before you closed your eyes?
My name for you, was a cartoon, it made perfect sense to me
I used to put you in my pocket, and sometimes you would stay
All moments I've been missing, since the night you flew away
And I guess you were the link between my days
By giving me yours
And I'm a writer of songs, in them, things are as I say
And if I say there's a heaven somewhere for you
I believe, if I only sing this beautiful enough right now
It will be true
And then that's where you will stay