Screaming silence, deadly calm
Laying here with head on arm
Wishing that it wasn't mine
Hating distance, dreading time.

Crowded out, but so alone
Wanting him to come home
Missing touch, sound, and sight
Waking lonesome ev'ry night.

Painful as the lovers suffer
Would not leave for any other
Hoping, hurting, dreaming, crying
And with happy answers, lying.