You taught me how to hold you You recognized which rattling keys were mine Every time I put one in the lock these days I feel an echo of you And those peculiar routines at night I never doze off anymore Without sending you a thought and a smile My hands are now a book of recollection My songs were the only thing to ever shut you up You used to disappear into my guitar and now silence rules And I know better than trying to replace you But I had to buy the most expensive coat I could find To see me through And I guess you were the link between my days By giving me yours And I'm a writer of songs In them things are as I say And if I say there's a heaven somewhere for you I will leave if I only sing this beautiful enough Right now it will be true And then that's where you are staying Now you destroyed my favorite socks And many of my things you made your own But you stayed close to me In my countless hours of grief Now you would never leave Never leave me And I wish I had no memory Of where I saw you last Did you see yourself abandoned Before you closed your eyes My name for you was a cartoon It made perfect sense to me I used to put you in my pocket And sometimes you would stay All the moments I've been missing Since the night you flew away And I guess you were the link between my days By giving me yours And I'm a writer of songs In them things are as I say And if I say there's a heaven somewhere for you I will leave if I only sing this beautiful enough Right now it will be true And then that's where you will stay That's where you will stay That's where you will stay