What would you have me to do?
And to whom would I do it to?  
There’s an aching, a feeling, that something is missing
and I’m reeling to find that my spinning of mind
is just leading me backwards to you

Why do you keep away far?
More distant than any a star.
I am seeking to find you, no, to remind you
that I’m still here alone and looking for answers
but just keep on finding this bar

Where should I turn in the morning?
I’ve got places to be, none I’m yearning.
It’s a curse to know that you exist and are real
but not be able to touch or to feel
is slowly, and steadily turning
my limited faith into death

So this is your answer I guess.