(April) Spring, Summer and Wednesdays - Status Quo

I can't leave, but I won't stay here

If I stay, I still won't be here

I am the grass upon which she lays

April spring summer and Wednesdays

I am the hand which feeds her always

I am the bed upon which she plays

Nah, na na nah, na na nah ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

I can't leave, but I won't stay here

If I stay, I still won't be here

I am the feathers in her pillow

Anywhere I hide, she knows, I know

I am the sunshine through her window

Anywhere I go, she goes, we go

Nah, na na nah, na na nah ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

I can't leave, but I won't stay here

If I stay, I still won't be here

I am the grass upon which she lays

April spring summer and Wednesdays

I am the hand which feeds her always

I am the bed upon which she plays

Nah, na na nah, na na nah ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah