i like it when you're gone
rosenthal, tom
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 receive my sound
i like it when you're gone
took your route to the postbox even though i'm not convinced it's the best way
had a nap under some lonely tree as the sun kissed the day
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
i like it when you're gone