he has a picture of her underneath her poster
so he knows that she, she is there
even though she is not
and the tapes were a way to her heart
she's something he can hold on to
something good and hopeful
"i'll never get to kiss her fingers
i'll never get to hold her coat
i'll never get to turn the light off
or sleep with her in Eden"
and she makes up friends in literature
she lived in France and Scotland
and she paints herself a picture
of what he'd look like now
her cigarettes
her cold, cold hands and her short dark hair
and she still loves you, don't you know?
now, you never did know
she thinks that it would be better
to see him through his letters
the music that he makes her
she knows it's all about her
and you
you can hide your love forever
you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
i think that it is better
to say "oh, how i loved her"
something good and strong
you can hold on forever
and one more time in the night
i could remember your face
one more time in the night
i could remember your face
and you
you can hide, you can hide your love forever,
you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever,
you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever