The bars all seem empty now
And foreign faces buzz around me in a blur
My feet are so weary
Words have run dry
I can't find you here
I search but no one comes near
I long to hear your voice
And know I am your favourite choice
My warm one
My warm one
The days seem much longer now
And still dark nights fall heavy to the ground
All day my thoughts walk silently
In dreams I cry out loud
How I want you here
I search but no one comes near
I long to hear your voice
And know I am your favourite choice
My warm one
My warm one
With that fiery look
Into the room you walk
I hear your tender voice
And know I am your favourite choice
My warm one
My warm one
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