Peter Hammill - If We Must Part Like This

Already there’s no case for special pleading,
no points to score, no blow by blow.
I look around the room that we’ll be leaving.
Even while you’re here beside me I already know
I miss you so.

How soon we make our move towards hereafter
where we will reap what has been sown.
A shadow chills the music, stills the laughter.
Promise that you’ll stay forever, say you’ll never go.
I miss you so.

I turn my eyes, stare into the distance,
the light that dies, the door that’s closed.
No last goodbye, if we must part like this
I miss you so.

I feel so strange and restless, dislocated,
I’m homesick even though I’m here at home.
Nostalgic for the future, I have waited...
my shaking hands, the lump that’s in my throat.
Even while I’m here beside you
I still miss you so.

And it’s too late to make it any different;
the wave that breaks, the tide that flows
outrageous fate is tearing us apart -
I miss you so.
I turn my eyes, stare into the distance.
The light that dies, the door that’s closed.
No last goodbye, if we must part like this
I miss you so, so much.
It won’t make any difference
to say how much it hurts, I know.
No last goodbye, if we must part like this,
I miss you so,
I miss you so,
I miss you so.