There by the phone again Sits all alone again And when he comes home it’s a distant cry Of love that once was full of endless life Light casts a gloomy truth She yearns for the days of youth The scent of perfumed skin on his clothes depart She reaches for a knife with a desperate heart Night of a thousand moons She weeps as the curtains close An aching sorrow lingers in the air The love that once was is no longer there