I turned, and looked and you were gone.
The linger of a finished song,
an echo in my empty head.
I wish you were here in my bed.
The side that's yours is so alone,
a Prince has left his empty throne.
The winter chill begins to creep
and finds me in my waking sleep.
I think of you and you alone.
I wish you back upon your throne.
So come back soon to rest your head,
as I await alone in bed.
I start to hear that finished song
and now you're back and no more gone.