Though knowing well you are not here, I think I hear your voice. A song that lingers in the air; I swear I hear your voice. In madness running round the room; I know you can’t be here. Yet something of you fills the room; I know you can’t be here. Perhaps the madness of despair Is why I hear your voice, But if I cannot have you here, At least I hear your voice. The tension spent, I sit and weep, And summon up your smile. I start to doze and then to sleep, And dream about your smile. When morning comes, the pain is there; I still can hear your voice, But with the pain, sweet joy is there, Because I hear your voice.