The Clientele - Everybody's Gone lyrics

Please don't say a thing It's so simple just to let it all begin And I bend my head to kiss your lips again and stoop to touch your hand It's half past eight when I get home, so let the gas fire fade Everybody's gone And the fever that lights up the empty room Floods the distance and The emptiness between us like a miracle Your shoulders bare Your bed untouched You haunted me so much Your makeup on Your bed untouched You haunted me so much