In April

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

Won`t be here, 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
Then it did before
The clock strikes twelve
There`s no time, time to sleep
We 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

Chorus

The door is open
Now I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Then it did before

Was not here, was not there
Yes, I wrote another story
And my tears
And my tears
And my tears...

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

But in April
It sounds
Like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name

...my name... ...you call my name... ...my name... ...you call my name...
...my name... ...you call my name... ...my name... ...you call my name...
...my name... ...you call my name... ...my name... ...you call my name...
...my name... ...you call my name... ...my name... ...you call my name...