I sit on my pillow   My cat on my head   I hear your voice, boy   And can't forget   Your kisses were cold and   Full of loneliness   Hold deep sadness   With my hands      I won't be here - I won't be there   I will write another story   And my tears   Will create   Will create a lake of sorrows      Chorus:   But in april it sounds like love   When you call   You call my name   You call my name      But in april it sounds like love   When you call   You call my name   You call my name   You call my name      The door is open now   I have to go   The moon shines brighter   Than it did before   The clock strikes twelve   There's no time   Time to sleep   We'll go upstairs   Straight to the sky      I'm not here - I'm not there   Took a ball point pen to write you   And my tears   They create   They create a lake of sorrows      I'm not here - I'm not there   Took a ball point pen to write you   And my tears   They create   They create a lake of sorrows      Chorus      The door is open now   I have to go   The moon shines brighter   Than it did before      Was not here - was not there