Sunday, a thought of you hangs in the stale air,
covered in rust like a steel town.
Industrial chimneys and grey walls
are all I can see now you're gone.
Now that you're gone
I've changed all the locks in my head,
now that you're gone.
Chorus:
By midnight surrounded,
in visions enshrouded,
the past holds a knife to my heart.
By some kind of voodoo
I feel all that you do
although we are so far apart.
Monday, the rain still falls on a steel town.
The sky looks just like an ashtray
but the storms have subsided by Friday
and a full moon is shining again,
shining again.
Do you see the same moon as I?
Shining again.
Coda:
Now that you're gone,
do you see the same moon as I?
Now that you're gone.
