From paper to pen, from pen to paper Breathe these whispered words From what was once, to what now has to be Breathe these whispered words And when the blue ink dries, and when we both have cried Only tender teardrops will remain... When night-time falls and the air draws cold Candles flicker, flames, I close my eyes dreaming you are here Waiting for your shadow, to appear And what seems strange once our words fade away, is that Only tender teardrops will remain Only tender teardrops will remain I felt the wind behind me, I turned but you weren't there I felt the wind behind me, I turned but you weren't there, now Only tender teardrops will remain...