I turn to tell him things I still make tea for two I keep the kitchen clean The way he'd want me to Start again, but I'm not ready to move on 'Cos I still turn to tell him, I love him But he's gone I miss the mess he made Of my head when we fought Over such silly things I wish we could have talked A little more, spoke instead of screamed 'Cos when I turn to tell him, I love him He's just a dream I lost the second chance When fate led time away I keep his picture close So his memory won't fade Alive in me, forever with my soul So when I turn to tell him, I love him I think he knows