(d. pickerill/p. o'donoughue)      This song is for listening to   On nights you're all alone   Blank face at the window pane   Or a silent telephone   Chorus:   And it's all about a boy you have known   With black hair or brown hair   And hands made of stone      He had eyes like the (deeps? ) in the sky   Hair like the clouds you've seen floating by   And my sky was your cloud   You made the first smile I had ever worn      Chorus      Do you wonder if he knows now   Of the pain behind your eyes   The scorching in your throat   Or the half ¡­ forgotten ¡­ sighs   Do you try hard to sleep   And feel old memories   Creeping to the dark folds of night   ? ? ? your glance and made me dance   The first dance I had ever seen      Chorus