The wrinkles on your face, I don't see them
Your hairs fall out of place, I don't see them
The birthdays that you miss, and the kisses you resist
Many other clench their fists, but I don't see them
I don't see a single thing
Not the names or mud they sling
All I have is what you bring when I see you
The compliment that passed, I don't hear them
The hiss of snakes in grass, I don't hear them
Although no longer here, your every thought will raise a cheer
I toast the wine and every beer, and I still hear you
But I don't hear the out of tune
Songs you sing from room to room
All I hear is angels' croon when I see you
If I saw your face, it wouldn't compensate
And it won't replace that vacancy, that s***e
Although you make no sound, I still hear you
You're six feet under ground, but I still dig you
And the man who tends the flowers
When our summer turns autumn showers
I count the minutes and the hours that I don't see you
You took this heart and made it melt
You took this knees and got them nailed
I still feel the way I felt when I first saw you
If I saw your face it wouldn't compensate
And it won't replace that vacancy, that s***e
For he's good to me
Looking down sometimes, it's good for me
Brings me flowers on a rainy day
My love so very good to me
Can't you see?
He's good to me
Beyond the last years and the flyaways
Beyond any doubt beyond the grave
My love so very good to me
Your hairs fall out of place, I don't see them
The birthdays that you miss, and the kisses you resist
Many other clench their fists, but I don't see them
I don't see a single thing
Not the names or mud they sling
All I have is what you bring when I see you
The compliment that passed, I don't hear them
The hiss of snakes in grass, I don't hear them
Although no longer here, your every thought will raise a cheer
I toast the wine and every beer, and I still hear you
But I don't hear the out of tune
Songs you sing from room to room
All I hear is angels' croon when I see you
If I saw your face, it wouldn't compensate
And it won't replace that vacancy, that s***e
Although you make no sound, I still hear you
You're six feet under ground, but I still dig you
And the man who tends the flowers
When our summer turns autumn showers
I count the minutes and the hours that I don't see you
You took this heart and made it melt
You took this knees and got them nailed
I still feel the way I felt when I first saw you
If I saw your face it wouldn't compensate
And it won't replace that vacancy, that s***e
For he's good to me
Looking down sometimes, it's good for me
Brings me flowers on a rainy day
My love so very good to me
Can't you see?
He's good to me
Beyond the last years and the flyaways
Beyond any doubt beyond the grave
My love so very good to me