Now the stairs forget your shoes, and the gate don't creak for want of you, but the jury's out on me
She's not around anymore, leaving her shoes on the stairs, and the creaky gate isn't creaking because she doesn't come round anymore
Now the stairs forget your shoes, and the gate don't creak for want of you, but the jury's out on me
She's not around anymore, leaving her shoes on the stairs, and the creaky gate isn't creaking because she doesn't come round anymore