I long to feel your lips on mine
Once more my departed love
I wait all day for the time to come
When we can again be as one.

I think of you when I’m alone
Whenever you are not there
I think of you in your faraway home
That lies I know not where

I say to myself in solitude
That one day we will be two
But curious thing, we were never one
For I have never met you.

Every night as I sit alone
I look to the stars and cry
I wish I had my own true life
Not another’s memory.
      
Every girl I’ve ever loved
Can be found in black and white
Printed on the pages of a magazine
But never in real life.