If I close my eyes, I see your face, and I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate, I can still hear you speak
I picture myself in your room by the chair
You're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes, I can see your face; you're saying: "I missed you."
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
If I close my eyes, I can smell your perfume; you look and say: "hi, baby."
If I close my eyes, pictures from China still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark; I turned and say: "what were you saying?"
I pictured you in the red chair inside the pale room
You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm; you were so skinny
You were still making jokes; I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said: "I guess this is not the time for long term investments."
You were always laughing, but you never laughed at me
They say in the end the pain was so bad that you were screaming
Now, you were no saint, but you deserved better than that
From the corner I watch them moving things from your apartment
But I can picture your red chair and pale room inside my head