I reach out to touch your skin,
To hold you, to pull you in.
But air is all I feel, an empty bed,
I reconcile the disappointment in my aching head.
I can wait, it won’t be that long,
Jesus Christ I hate that repeated song.
The tune I know that you too despise,
The one that sings of all we’ll be denied.
So tonight and tomorrow the pillow will have to do.
And I hope with all my heart that one day the pillow’s replaced by you.