My Vinyl Collection

He has a picture of her underneath the posters So he knows that she, she is there Even though she is not And the tapes were a way to her heart

She’s something he can hold on to Something good and hopeful

“I’ll never get to kiss her fingers I’ll never get to hold her coat I’ll never get to turn the light off Or sleep with her in Eden”

And she made up friends in literature She lived in France and Scotland And she paints herself a picture Of what he’s look like now

The cigarettes The cold, cold hands and the short dark hair She still loves you, don’t you know? No, you never did know

She thinks that it would be better To see him through his letters The music that he makes her She knows it’s all about her

And you You can hide your love forever You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever

He thinks that it is better To say “Oh, how I loved her” Something good and strong You can hold on forever

And one more time in the night I could remember your face One more time in the night I could remember your face