Paroles: Cat Stevens. The View From The Top. Image Of Hell.

You left me wearing nothing but a shell
You left me wearing nothing but a shell

This feeling you've left me
Is the image of hell

I thought that you loved me
Ah, but then I never could tell

I thought that you loved me
But then I never could tell

This feeling you left me
Is the image of hell

If you loved me like you said that you did
Oh, then darling, you couldn't have done the things that you did

You walk by my door, but you don't ring my bell
You walk by my door, but you don't ring my bell

This feeling you've left me
Is the image of hell