My bed is warm but my heart is loud,
You're so far away sitting atop that cloud.
I wait for all the love you're bringing.
Is it your voice that I hear singing?
A hazy room and a guarded mind
Leaves one with little or no time.
I stand still during every passing hour
Praying you'd ring the bell in my tower.
Leaving my arms with your imprint
Doesn't make anything less different.
My bed is still warm, heart still loud,
You still sit happy on that cloud.
I can't feel the love you're bringing.
I beg, hope, have faith that its your voice singing.