I know that its over its come to an end   and I cant reply to the words that you send   I know that youll never go back to work   but deep in the answers of life do you lurk   I cant forget the red curtains you hung   I cant even taste the wine on my tongue   I realize your supper is just getting cold   with no chance to be dignified and old   you whose laughter I still hear   you whose tears I still feel   you whose hair I still touch   if only in my heart