Love used to live on hope street, But she moved away. Now the days are long And the nights even longer. So, I moved into her house on hope street, Just to remember her once more. The memories were lucid, I knew they would last forever. So, while she was away, I slept in her bed, ate her food, wore her perfume. Talked in her voice Laughed like she would And then I cried all alone. Looked out the window …