The Clientele
Everybody’s Gone
[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
Everybody's gone and the fever that lights up the empty room
Floods the distance and the emptiness between us like a miracle
Your shoulders bare, your bed untouched
You haunted me so much

[Outro]
Your makeup on, your bed untouched
You haunted me so much