I'm not lonely
But I’ve got room
I'm not desperate at all
But I'm thinking of you

Through walls, I hear it
A slight melody
In fogs of winter
Silhouettes on the sea

I know you’re coming
It has to be true
But if time is a healer
It may not be soon

I make progress
Then I undo it
I catch nightmares
And take ‘em to bed

But I’ve my mind set
On where I will be
And on my way there
I will stubbornly bleed

I know you’re coming
It has to be true
But if time is a healer
It may not be soon

Composição: Lydia Cole