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...