In the morning the light is breaking and my mind rushes to you,
I want to feel your touches, your soft like skin and smell the delicate odor belonging to you.
Away you are … miles and miles …
The only thing I have are my thoughts.
my mind is twisting and turning.
Combing through my hair
the air is filled with my moans of despair.
my body with my hands.
my mind is miles away …
miles and miles and miles
and the only thing I have are my thoughts.