It's the light you see
underneath the door
and the shadow of the
footsteps
on the floor
The hang up call
that you can't ignore
it's the face you cross the room
that makes your heartbeat fast
And the room reflection
in the bottom of the
broken glass
just like the night before
The noisy clock
beside your bed
even with the pillow
wrapped around your head
The voice inside
that won't shut up
the wounding in your chest
that just won't stop
It's hart to lose
the love we make
can't take the longing
we won't forget
we might forgive
we don't outlive
the longing
It's the time you spent
at the mad in here
as you can't go home
where you have to face
The stupid life you had lived and
the others have not worse living
you turn on the light
but it's still pitch dark
And the writing on the wall
is a question mark
you don't know where
and you don't know when
but if you'll ever have this
strange pitch light again
It's hart to lose
the love we make
can't take the longing
we won't forget
we might forgive
we don't outlife
the longing
The wanting
The needing
the feeling
of the reaching for
the rest of your life
It's hart to lose
the love we make
can't take the longing
we won't forget
we might forgive
we don't outlive
the longing
OHHH the longing
Uhhh.....
