Yours is the face in the crowd I want to see. Yours is the name that I hear And I always speak. Yours is the sound on the wind The missing breath in between Mine is the serious thing I know you’re missing me.
Yours is the song of the south Of east, north and west too. Yours is the message I see But forgo replying to. Yours is the chart that I read Yours is the name I wail out with dread When I’m alone sobbing in my bed Full of the missing in between instead.
Yours is the face in the crowd I’d rather meet. Yours is the name that brings pain The bittersweet. Yours is the watery depth Mine is the fire that leaves you bereft And I know that I’m still a Queen But there’s too much in between.
This came to me and I forgot I wrote it until now.