last night your spirit left the rooms was full of empty words and somebody might find that i'm funny but your spirit's gone i can't catch the air while i hold your body i can't rush through you as i usually do my lady i can't be what i'm not so somebody might find that's funny but your spirit's gone
you're not a porcelain vase even though you don't think so you're not my supporter even though i expect that you're not my loneliness you're just part of it and even though i know that's funny ''cause your spirit's gone