Albert Promenade - What Good Does It Do? Lyrics

She sat by the window, his picture beside her, and cried
Her thoughts in confusion, recalling the day that he died
The words that she spoke, the thoughts she retained
The actions she took but never explained

Her friends reassured her she did everything that she could
But there has to be someone to blame for this chill in her blood
She'll never forget the look on his face
He opened the door, walked out of that place

What good does it do to torture yourself? It tears you apart
How long will it take to free this blade from your heart?

Night after night raking over those coals
Trying to rewrite how the story unfolds
The one with the power to make sense of it all is gone

His watch on the dresser, his coat on the hook by the door
In the wardrobe, a new white shirt he bought but never wore
So much to say but no-one to hear
"If only", the words that ring in her ear

What good does it do to torture yourself? It tears you apart
How long will it take to free this blade from your heart?
What good does it do to torture yourself? It tears you apart
How long will it take to free this blade from your heart?