This ache,
For the comforts of lovers past,
This wretched hermited existence.
Wanting to be held in the night time.
Somehow sure of a sunrise,
Via the proximity to another body.
Alone,
The darkness looms large.
And swallows me whole.
This ache,
For the comforts of lovers past,
This wretched hermited existence.
Wanting to be held in the night time.
Somehow sure of a sunrise,
Via the proximity to another body.
Alone,
The darkness looms large.
And swallows me whole.