When I’m not missing you, I’m missing something or someone else.
It looks like I’ll always be a missing person, never quite content.
When the clouds are here I need the sun in my room.
When the sunshines bright I kind of miss the gloom.
When the sea is calm, and the waters like a lake,
I find I miss the storm, the sound of the shore break.
When you are in my arms I miss the space between us.
When you are far from me I need to bridge the distance.
So will I always be feeling so lonely for something more?
When I’m alright inside, why do I need an open door?