Людмила Соколова The Note (Live at Moscow International House of Music, Moscow, 2011)

The note he left me
On my pillow
Said his love was over
Empty closet told me
He was gone
So many tears
On words he'd written
Letters all in blue shade
Lines were washed away
Like the love
That we played
I just don’t know why
I never knew
Until the end
Never had a clue

I always thought
That nothing mattered
But the love he gave me?
When it stopped
I guess I didn't see

We had a love
That burned like a fire
Like a fire it lost glow
How could I have known
He would ever wanna go
I just don’t know why
And never knew
Until the end
Never had a clue

I'd like to think
I'd be alright
If he does not come back
But I know
That it would be untrue

I'd love to have
Another chance
To see him one more time
But I might find
The way to make
A dying love brand new
Oh why, babe

Oh why, darling

The note he left me
On my pillow