Tom Beck - The Longing

It's the light you see underneath the door
and the shadow of the footsteps on the floor
the hang up call that you can't ignore
it's the face you cross the room
that makes your heartbeat fast
and the room reflection in the bottom of the broken glass
just like the night before

The noisy clock beside your bed
even with the pillow wrapped around your head
the voice inside that won't shut up
the wounding in your chest that just won't stop

It's hard to lose the love we make
can't take the longing
We won't forget we might forgive
we don't outlive the longing

It's the time you spent at the mad in here
as you can't go home where you have to face
the stupid life you had lived and the others have not worse living
you turn on the light but it's still pitch dark
and the writing on the wall is a question mark
you don't know where and you don't know when
but if you'll ever have this strange pitch light again

Ref

The wanting
the needing
the feeling of the reaching for the rest of your life

Ref