Distance makes the heart grow fonder
Other feelings come and go
Sleep and hunger ebb and flow
Pretend there's no difference
Always there's some sixth sense saying no
You fool yourself that she's at home
But the truth is that you're on your own
The pink carnations have lost their fragrance
And nothing tastes too good
The cake is baking but who can face it
When nothing tastes too good
Fridge full of food fit for a king
Late night channel hopping
Small hours but there's no stopping what you've got
One enormous sense of loss
This place coloured silver turns grey
The feeling in your fingers lost
Your hearing gone inside the blast
Now you're watching life through frosted glass
The pink carnations have lost their fragrance
And nothing tastes too good
The cake is baking but who can face it
When nothing tastes too good
Fridge full of food fit for a king
And you wonder if and when your senses
Ever will return to you
And you contemplate the life you'll lead
If it don't happen soon
Resigned to live this drama
Inside your suite of armour's where you stay
Wishing you could taste again
But for now you know what's on your dinner plate
The pink carnations have lost their fragrance
And nothing tastes too good
The cake is baking but who can face it
When nothing tastes too good
Do you smell the carnations?
Do you smell the cake is baking?
Nothing tastes too good
Nothing tastes too good since you've gone
Nothing tastes too good