This is what I've written
Take it from my hands
Fold it up and keep it in your coat
Every word is true, and it's something just to know
Soon you'll be reading what I wrote
After you go away
I can see you, just as if you stayed
It's that account of you, that makes it to the page
And it's just another image that you made
No, don't read them now
Wait a little while
Read them later on, when we're apart
It's easy for me now
And it's something just to know
Now they're resting near your beating heart
And, after you go away
I can see you, just as if you stayed
It's that account of you, that makes it to the page
And It's just another image that you made
Your front steps walk you in
The kitchen light grows dim
It seems a bit more drafty everyday
Then something made you shiver
Not the winter cold
The words have found a place in you to stay
And after you go away
I can see you, just as if you stayed
It's that account of you, that makes it to the page
And it's just another image
Just another image
Just another image
That you made