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