Lying here on the floor   Wondering where my absent friends are   Been sleeping on a bed of thorns   It's my faith in you that keeps me warm   Behind an old blue vase   There's a picture of your face      Sometimes you talk too loud to be ignored   But I'll listen that's what I'm here for   I know I'll wait for a day that won't come   I know for you life's just begun   I read your old letters one by one   So if you wonder what you've done      Take it from me; I know a lot about losing   It's not what it seems; sometimes it's not your own choosing   Nothing's for free, you ache for every moment   Take it from me; I know a lot about losing.       Here behind an old blue vase   Hangs a picture of your face   Every memory has its place   Say for you my saving grace      Take it from me; I know a lot about losing   (Know a lot about losing)   It's not what it seems; sometimes it's not your own choosing   (It's not your own choosing)   Nothing's for free, you ache for every moment   (Ache for every moment)   Take it from me; I know a lot about losing.