I'm in the park
It's getting dark sitting here
Taking in all of the atmosphere
One thing is certain
If painfully clear
You're not around
One single magpie
Flies over my head
It takes in all of the mood of what was said
One crumpled pillow
And half a made bed
Now you're not around
CHORUS
You're not around
To hear all the things I need to say
You're not around
To chase all of my demons away
So I'll just sit
In the fast approaching gloom
Lift up these tears
To the fast approaching moon
And hope that this same light will shine down on you
Now you're not around
You're not around