Good to hear you're home again I worried to my bones, mu cheeks felt like stones I know I've never felt this way You caught me out like a vulture gorging its prey
Addicted to hearing your voice, every moment But no matter how loud I shout my love'll never transcend these ills Like half of me is gone, leaving my core exposed to the cold wind A crisp frost rattling my organs
I shouldn't have left you so soon Every day waking up in a cold bed And the dull light exposing the emptiness of my room
I feel a tremble in my lips And a sorrow shows in my eye At the thought of you alone at night Staring at the same stars as me in the sky
Addicted to hearing your voice every moment But no matter how load I shout my love'll never transcend these ills Like half of me is gone leaving my core exposed to the cold wind A crisp frost rattling my organs
I shouldn't have left you so soon Every day waking up in a cold bed And the dull light exposing the emptiness of my room
The emptiness, is exposed, everyday, everyday, everyday
Compositor: Willoughby Christian I Robinson (Willow Robinson) ECAD: Obra #13661587