Don McLean "Empty Chairs" paroles

Empty Chairs

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless nightCreep through my fingers and the moon is brightBeams of blue come flickering through my window paneLike gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame

And I wonder if you knowThat I never understoodThat although you said you'd goUntil you did I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your faceWhile chestnut hair fell all around the pillow caseAnd the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my headA sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead

And I wonder if you knowThat I never understoodThat although you said you'd goUntil you did, I never thought you would

Never thought the words you said were trueNever thought you said just what you meantNever knew how much I needed youNever thought you'd leave, until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regretAnd evening brings the memories I can't forgetEmpty rooms that echo as I climb the stairsAnd empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you knowThat I never understoodThat although you said you'd goUntil you did, I never thought you would