When I woke up today
I remembered your name, though you had gone away
I could recall your eyes vaguely bloodshot and blue
Like the late evening skies
And the things that I miss
Is your touch, sound and smell, and the warmth of your kiss
Midnight lying in bed, staring blind at the wall
Seeing your face instead
I catch the tail of the stars
See the rustle of trees and hear 'em sway in the breeze
Tied to you by a chain
Since you took off in vain
All alone have I lain
And the things that I miss
Is your touch, sound and smell, and the warmth of your kiss