There's not enough time in this lifetime for us
no time for talk
no time for sleep
The need inside me is an ache
When will you arrive?
waiting, not sure for what, or for whom
an absence felt, a yearning known
Its abode was the linen cupboard, in the corner of our room
A lesser known creature, nocturnal and vile
You were the hardest one to fool
you knew me inside out
knew my innermost thoughts, hopes, desires
it took some planning
She lays there, forehead damp,
chestnut hair fanned out,
content smile playing on her lips,
Sittin' here, smilin'
before I get dialin'