I Don't See Them - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

The wrinkles on your face

I don’t see them

Hairs fall out of place

I don’t see them

The birthdays that you missed

And the kisses you resist

Many others clench their fists

But I don’t see them

I don’t see a single thing

Not the names or mud they sling

All I have is what you bring

When I see you

The compliments they pass

I don’t hear them

The hiss of snakes in grass

I don’t hear them

Although no longer here

Your every thought will raise a cheer

I toast the wine and every beer

And I still hear you

But I don’t hear the out of tune

Songs you sing from room to room

All I hear is angel’s croon

When I see you

If I saw your face

It wouldn’t compensate

And it won’t replace

That vacancy, that space

Although you make no sound

I still hear you

You’re 6 feet underground

But I still dig you

I’m the man who tends the flowers

Winter sun to autumn showers

I count the minutes and the hours

That I don’t see you

You took this heart and made it melt

You took these knees and got them knelt

And I still feel the way I felt

When I first saw you

If I saw your face

It wouldn’t compensate

And it won’t replace

That vacancy, that space

For he’s good to me

Looking down sometimes, it’s good for me

Brings me flowers on a rainy day

My love’s so very good to me

Can’t you see?

He’s good to me

Beyond the last kiss and the final wave

Beyond any doubt, beyond the grave

My love’s so very good to me…