The worst feeling is lying in bed, awake in the dark,
salting your wounds and remembering scars.
Because in lightness and in darkness you are the words running through my head,
with fragrance and clear nostalgia in the sheets tossed on my bed.
Awake I wish to touch you, the figure always in my dreams,
the darling who has caused my heart to burst at the seams.
The embers glow brightest at night when the moon is high,
and when gentle ocean waves sound, reminding me of your sigh.
First love’s terrible haunting will destroy my mind,
restrained by this most addictive and beautiful bind.
In whispers and in wanting you grabbed my heart to keep,
and now I can’t escape you, not even in my sleep.
I’m knee-deep in a puddle; I’m at the edge of the sky.
If I never get you again, baby, I think I’d like to die.