The Longing - Tom Beck

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

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

The wanting

the needing

the feeling of the reaching for the rest of your life

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

Ohhh the Longing

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