Please come back to me, darling
I get restless when you're not around
I made a noise with a frying pan
But there was no one to recieve my sound
But that said, that said
I like it when you're gone
That said, that said
I like it when you're gone
Took your route to the post-box
Even though I'm not convinced it's the best way
Hiding out under some lonely tree
As the sun kissed the day
Oh, that said, that said
I like it when you're gone
That said, that said
I like it when you're gone
People talked some nonsense
And I listened with blurry eyes
It wasn't as cool as your nonsense
And it wasn't under your skies
But that said, that said
I like it when you're gone
That said, that said
I like it when you're gone
