However I ask, the answer's still the same: You cut me loose because I let you down. Still, for the first second of every day, I don't understand why you're not around. I couldn't face you; I can see that now. If I covered it up; left you instead; But to not have your eyes, where I used to drown; if there's anything left, we left it there... Oooh... there. Oooh... there. Wherever I look, you're always there; I close my eyes, and see them there; And hang around, on the clothes I wear; And I can't even tell you how much I care. ' Sometimes I push you, into the night; To the darkest place, the only time we meet. But I won’t need to hurt; or for us to fight; But most of the time these are the thoughts I keep. (Oooooh... Keep... Ooooh... etc.)