It’s so cold in bed without you
And the bathroom light is bust
I need a man to hold me
Can God make a man from dust?
It’s s lonely in the evening
And the TV seems remote
I want a conversation
Where do words go when they’re spoke?
I miss the tea you brought me
Before you left for work
I miss the hands that held me
And my throat feels swollen up
I feel so sad at weekends
We went wandering in the woods
I miss you, how I miss you
Tears come in their floods
You found me and I lost you
Shall I lose myself again?
The world is full of water
The drowning and the men
