i'd never leave you herenlike the color on your cheeknand i'd cover everythingnyou don't want them to seennthis is the soundnthis is the sound of leavingnnyou're keeping clothes and selling carsnbecause there's more room at your feetnand you crawl into your quiet housenbut you'll see him when you sleepnnthis is the soundnthis is the sound of leaving