(April) Spring, Summer & Wednesdays Status Quo

I can't leave, but I won't stay here
If I stay, I still won't be here
I am the grass upon which she lays
April spring summer and Wednesdays
I am the hand which feeds her always
Iam the bed upon which she plays

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
Nah, na na nah, na na nah
Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
Nah, na na nah, na na nah

I can't leave, but I won't stay here
If I stay, I still won't be here
I am the feathers in her pillow
Anywhere I hide, she knows, I know
I am the sunshine through her window
Anywhere I go, she goes, we go

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
Nah, na na nah, na na nah
Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
Nah, na na nah, na na nah

I can't leave, but I won't stay here
If I stay, I still won't be here
I am the grass upon which she lays
April spring summer and Wednesdays
I am the hand which feeds her always
Iam the bed upon which she plays