From paper to pen, from pen to paper
Breathe these whispered words
From what was once, to what now has to be
Breathe these whispered words
And when the blue ink dries, and when we both have cried
Only tender teardrops will remain...
When night-time falls and the air draws cold
Candles flicker, flames, I close my eyes dreaming you are here
Waiting for your shadow, to appear
And what seems strange once our words fade away, is that
Only tender teardrops will remain
Only tender teardrops will remain
I felt the wind behind me, I turned but you weren’t there
I felt the wind behind me, I turned but you weren’t there, now
Only tender teardrops will remain...
