I hear a voice on the wind Telling me what I've done wrong I ignore that voice and I carry on When I feel nothingness crawl up my spine I remember this My son, that's not where you come from My lover is dead, my lover is dead, my lover is dead Making love to no music I love you still, I always will That's what makes the Sunday afternoon so painful The mark left by my lover will never lift When I feel emptiness soak in my mind I remember this Our son, that's not where you come from My lover is dead, my lover is dead, my lover is dead Making love to no music My lover is dead, making love to no music My lover is dead, making love to no music My lover is dead, making love to no music This is relevant, we're like family now That's what makes this afternoon so painful I'm your friend, I'm your witness You can call on me without hesitation, I'll be gracious Love is not enough We both know that now Love is not enough We both know that now My lover is dead, making love to no music