Tuesday song

Please come back to me darling, /  I get restless when you're not around. 
I made a noise with a frying pan, / but there was no one to receive my sound... 
But that said, that said,    I like it when you're gone. / That said, that said... 

Took your route to the postbox, / even though I'm not convinced its the best way. 
Had a nap under some lonely tree / as the sun kissed the day... 
But that said, that said,    I like it when you're gone. /  That said, that said... 

People talked some nonsense / and I listened with blurry eyes.
It wasn't as cool as your nonsense / and it wasn't under your skies. 
But that said, that said: I like it when you're gone. That said, that said...

[Tom Rosenthal]