Waking up with tired eyes
Longing to see you
Restless hands and trembling lips
To feel the brush of yours
against my fingertips
Empty bones
That need to be held
Becoming whole
In your knowing embrace
Waking up with tired eyes
Longing to see you
Restless hands and trembling lips
To feel the brush of yours
against my fingertips
Empty bones
That need to be held
Becoming whole
In your knowing embrace
Awww, sweet, sadness, waking up alone. I never quite get used to it.