**** it's been so long since last I  seen your face; days can feel like months.
Now we sit here face to face, in the dead of winter you've become something like a warm front.
A few people sitting around but they've quickly disappeared from the sound of your voice; it can make my head feel so clear.
So much to say in this small café, I know I'll never say all that I wanted to,
so I rest my tongue more and listen as we sip on hot tea that sooths.
Warm already from your presence, it just satisfies my buds, and as I keep my eyes upon yours I realize that I've grown more in love.
From being apart, my heart sits inside barely beating, wondering when the next time it'll feel you near, or feel the vibration from when you're speaking.
You have covered up your heart so well it's hard to keep the connection, so well you've even guarded your head it's hard to get reception.
Just trying to stay on the same frequency so tell me where to dial in
so that I don't lose you through all the static in life, and we can surf on the same wave once again...