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