peter7805
04-07-2010, 10:30 PM
The missing touches my hand
Like the moonlight touches the land
Oh how thick the memories in my mind
The missing comes to where you stand
Looking at your face and to kiss your lips it tends
If love is sitting on the swing as I understand
And your are the original point where I began
The missing is a pile of yesterdays that come to front
And the apologies you made I wish no find
The missing is an television aerial
It just receives the pictures of before
How can it be on show without you
The forever you always told
When missing comes will I smile
I have owned you for a while
Maybe breaking up is s kind of trial
I shall put the love in my heart
And keep the missing on my mind
Forever and ever I am trying to find
Like the moonlight touches the land
Oh how thick the memories in my mind
The missing comes to where you stand
Looking at your face and to kiss your lips it tends
If love is sitting on the swing as I understand
And your are the original point where I began
The missing is a pile of yesterdays that come to front
And the apologies you made I wish no find
The missing is an television aerial
It just receives the pictures of before
How can it be on show without you
The forever you always told
When missing comes will I smile
I have owned you for a while
Maybe breaking up is s kind of trial
I shall put the love in my heart
And keep the missing on my mind
Forever and ever I am trying to find