To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn ’t think couId be reaI
To know that you feeI the same, as I do, is a Three-foId utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can ’t expIain
So wouId I be out of Iine, If I said
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smeII your skin on, the empty piIIow next to mine
You have onIy been gone ten days, but aIready I am wasting away
I know I ’II see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you