Belinda Stromach e Peter MacKay

ele soube que ela se fora, irremediavelmente, pelos jornais da manhã seguinte. Os olhos dele nem puderam disfarçar o espanto. ele era um homem que (quase) não segurava o choro... e de resto, também ilustraria as páginas de política dos jornais, por dias a fio. véspera do verão.
Your day breaks, your mind aches/You find that all her words of kindness linger on /When she no longer needs you/She wakes up, she makes up/She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry/She no longer needs you/And in her eyes you see nothing/No sign of love behind the tears/Cried for no one/A love that should have lasted years/
You want her, you need her/And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead/You think she needs you/And in her eyes you see nothing/No sign of love behind the tears/Cried for no one/A love that should have lasted years/
You stay home, she goes out/She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone/She doesn't need him/Your day breaks, your mind aches/There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head/You won't forget her/And in her eyes you see nothing/No sign of love behind the tears/Cried for no one/A love that should have lasted years