Lyrics:

I sit on my pillowMy cat on my headI hear your voice, boyAnd can't forgetYour kisses were cold andFull of loneline
ssHold deep sadnessWith my handsI won't be here - I won't be thereI will write another storyAnd my tearsWill createWill
create a lake of sorrowsChorus:But in April it sounds like loveWhen you callYou call my nameYou call my nameBut in Apr
il it sounds like loveWhen you callYou call my nameYou call my nameYou call my nameThe door is open nowI have to goThe
moon shines brighterThan it did beforeThe clock strikes twelveThere's no timeTime to sleepWe'll go upstairsStraight to th
e skyI'm not here - I'm not thereTook a ball point pen to write youAnd my tearsThey createThey create a lake of sorrows
I'm not here - I'm not thereTook a ball point pen to write youAnd my tearsThey createThey create a lake of sorrowsChorus
The door is open nowI have to goThe moon shines brighterThan it did beforeWas not here, was not thereYes, I wrote anothe
r storyAnd my tears, and my tears...