The Note Live at Moscow International House of Music, Moscow, 2011

Добрый вечер всем. Я очень рада, что вы пришли. Я просто счастлива, что вы здесь. Спасибо. Then one day he left me on my pillow. Said his love was over. Empty closet told me he was gone. So many tears and words he'd written. Letters all in blue shade. Lines were washed away. Like the love that we'd made. I just don't know why. He never knew. Until the end, never had a clue. I always thought that nothing mattered. But the love he gave me. When it stopped, I guess I didn't see. We had a love that burned like a fire. Like a fire it lost glow. How could I have known. He would ever want to go. I just don't know why. He never knew. Until the end, never had a clue. I'd like to think I'd be alright if he'd Have stuck around then. But I know that it would be Untrue. I'd love to have another chance to see him One more time. And learn to find a way to make the Kind of love that knew. Oh, why, Baby. Oh, why, darling. Then one day he left me on my pillow. Then one day he left me on my pillow.