I Don't See Them - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

The wrinkles on your face, I don't see them

Your hairs fall out of place, I don't see them

The birthdays that you miss, and the kisses you resist

Many other clench their fists, but I don't see them

I don't see a single thing

Not the names or mud they sling

All I have is what you bring when I see you

The compliment that passed, I don't hear them

The hiss of snakes in grass, I don't hear them

Although no longer here, your every thought will raise a cheer

I toast the wine and every beer, and I still hear you

But I don't hear the out of tune

Songs you sing from room to room

All I hear is angels' croon when I see you

If I saw your face, it wouldn't compensate

And it won't replace that vacancy, that space

Although you make no sound, I still hear you

You're six feet under ground, but I still dig you

And the man who tends the flowers

When our summer turns autumn showers

I count the minutes and the hours that I don't see you

You took this heart and made it melt

You took this knees and got them nailed

I still feel the way I felt when I first saw you

If I saw your face it wouldn't compensate

And it won't replace that vacancy, that space

For he's good to me

Looking down sometimes, it's good for me

Brings me flowers on a rainy day

My love so very good to me

Can't you see?

He's good to me

Beyond the last years and the flyaways

Beyond any doubt beyond the grave

My love so very good to me