Tim Minchin - The absence of you

^FI take a ^Gwalk on the ^CSeine Cross Pont ^FNeuf on my wa^Gy to St. Ger^Cmain Love-hearts on ^Fpadlocks on ^Gwire in the ^Cmist Where ^Fyoung lovers ^Ckiss And ^E7swear to be ^Amtrue Echoes of ^E7ten thousands ^Amsigns of ^E7love And yet ^AmI Feel ^Fonly the ^Gabsence of ^Cyou

Out of a ^Fwindow on the ^Gthirdteenth ^Cfloor Central Park ^Fshines with the ^Gcoming of ^Cdawn Through eyes rendered ^Fweary by ^Gjet lag and ^Cwine I ^Fturn 'round to^C find There's a ^E7girl in my ^Amroom For a ^E7moment we ^Amkiss But her ^E7vodka-soaked ^Amlips Taste ^Fonly of the ^Gabsence of ^Cyou

^CI don't ^Amknow What all of this ^Emmeans If you are not ^Fhere with me And ^CI am ^Amlost When we are ^Emapart There's a hole in my heart That light passes ^Fthrough And the pattern it creates Is the shape of The absence of ^Cyou

Spring has been ^Ffound hanging '^Ground Soho ^CSquare So I take my ^Fcoffee and ^Gnewspaper ^Cthere To bask in the ^Fnot-warm-enough ^GApril ^Csun With the ^Fworkers who ^Ccome to eat ^E7Pret with no ^Amshoes But the ^E7grass to the ^Amside Of the ^E7patch where I'm ^Amlying Is ^Fflat with the ^Gabsence of ^Cyou

^CI don't ^Amknow What all this is ^Emfor If you are not ^Fnear to me And ^CI can't ^Amsleep Sleep is no ^Emfun When the unruly sun Will reveal the ^Ftruth A space in my bed As cold as the dead Exactly the size and the shape of The absence of ^Cyou

And ^Amall of this ^Embeauty Runs over and through me And pool^Fs round my shoes And the puddle it forms Conforms to the shape of The absence of ^Cyou