Текст песни God's Empty Chair - Iain Matthews

Well gold in the eyes of a rich man
Is pure joy and I guess that's okay
To me, joy is a warm and a muted horn
It's you, in a silent way

What if nobody suffered from heartaches?
If we never played music again
No Prez, no Bird, no nothing at all
No you and no sketches of Spain

Now all that I choose to remember
Is all you've decided to share
As surely as night is descending
On God's empty chair

And just when we thought it was over
When there's tears in the eyes of the fool
We were ready to say Man let's call it a day
In you came with the birth of the cool

Now all that I choose to remember
Is all you've decided to share
As surely as night is descending
On God's empty chair

Oh how can I try to explain it
Just how long I've been humming that tune
Won't you turn and look over your shoulder again
It's just me and I'm kinda blue

All that I choose to remember
Is all you've decided to share
As surely as night is descending
On God's empty chair
How surely the night has descended
On God's empty chair