I enter the restaurant br Sit at our favourite place, br will these strangers know br why the tears stream down my face? br br I can still see br your lips on the bottle of wine, br was it all so long ago br or is the hollowness just mine? br br Sitting in the car i realise, br even melodies bring tears, br every song here echoes br your presence, my fears. br br The speed dial number is still there br i see it nearly with pain, br hope may have died br but memories still remain. br br The path is the one br we tred on just the same, br alone i walk thinking br just who is really to blame? br (and does it matter? Its just another day....