I miss her light, She brings in this darkness, I'll wait here by the phone, With these stained curtains closed, My walls are already dripping, In regret and Revere.
I miss her light, Heating up this cold heart, Longing for those bright eyes, Truly a work of art, I just need a moment to apologise.
I miss her light, I'll tell myself not to ride, Down this road of infinite, Into a world of terror, If heaven or hell decide, Which destiny I'll reside.
I'll still be here, thinking of you, In the darkest of rooms.