In the Gloaming -

In the gloaming of the night

When all the lights are shivering

I am thinking of you, dear

And on the floor I’m withering

And I know that you miss me

And I know that you’re sorry

Wherever you are

Into the phone I carved your voice

Up to my ear I hold it tight

But now the sound is cold and dull

And everything just isn’t right

And I know that you miss me

And I know that you’re sorry

Wherever you are

On my skull I feel your steps

But when I look, you’re never there

Out on the street I see your dress

I touched your shadow on the stair

And I know that you miss me

And I know that you’re sorry

Wherever you are