Strike.

The stars lean down to kiss you

And I lie awake and miss you

Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly

But I’ll miss your arms around me

I’d send a postcard to you, dear

‘Cause I wish you were here

I’ll watch the night turn light-blue

But it’s not the same without you

Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn’t so bad

‘Til I look at my hands and feel sad

‘Cause the spaces between my fingers

Are right where yours fit perfectly

I’ll find repose in new ways

Though I haven’t slept in two days

‘Cause cold nostalgia

Chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight

I’ll sit on the front porch all night

Waist-deep in thought because

When I think of you I don’t feel so alone

I don’t feel so alone, I don’t feel so alone

As many times as I blink

I’ll think of you tonight

I’ll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter

And heavy wings grow lighter

I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I’ll forget the world that I knew

But I swear I won’t forget you

Oh, if my voice could reach

Back through the past

I’d whisper in your ear

Oh darling, I wish you were here