This might actually be recorded in Em; transpose as appropriate.
Am I stretch my hands, Dm G clutch vacant laughter Em Am in silence and sweet, sweet pain; without demand, Dm G Em but with a longing Am for what will never come again. I smell your perfume on the sheets in the morning - it lingers like the patterns on the window after rain, a past that lives, if only for the present... which is gone and will never come again. Em To your sad eyes, G turned away, mine say F G Am 'Do you? Did you? How?' Em As the darkness G slides away the day F shows what was G Am and makes what is now. I see your picture as though it were a mirror but there's no part of you outside the frame except the change that you game to me: this will never come again. I am me, I was so before you, but afterwards I am not the same. You are gone and I am with you: this will never come again.