Behind An Old Blue Vase

Lying here on the floor

Wondering where my absent friends are

Been sleeping on a bed of thorns

It's my faith in you that keeps me warm

Behind an old blue vase

There's a picture of your face

Sometimes you talk too loud to be ignored

But I'll listen that's what I'm here for

I know I'll wait for a day that won't come

I know for you life's just begun

I read your old letters one by one

So if you wonder what you've done

Take it from me; I know a lot about losing

It's not what it seems; sometimes it's not your own choosing

Nothing's for free, you ache for every moment

Take it from me; I know a lot about losing.

Here behind an old blue vase

Hangs a picture of your face

Every memory has its place

Say for you my saving grace

Take it from me; I know a lot about losing

(Know a lot about losing)

It's not what it seems; sometimes it's not your own choosing

(It's not your own choosing)

Nothing's for free, you ache for every moment

(Ache for every moment)

Take it from me; I know a lot about losing.