Please come back to me darling, / I get restless when you're not around.
I made a noise with a frying pan, / but
there was no one to receive my sound...
But that said, that said, I like it when you're gone. / That said, that said...
Took your route to the postbox, / even though I'm not convinced its the best way.
Had a nap under some lonely tree / as the sun kissed the day...
But that said, that said, I like it when you're gone. / That said, that said...
People talked some nonsense / and I listened with blurry eyes.
It wasn't as cool as your nonsense / and it wasn't under your skies.
But that said, that said: I like it when you're gone.
That said, that said...
[Tom Rosenthal]
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