There is a horrible sence of unsettledness
there is an overwhelming sense of longing
and knowing
I'm not at all where I'm supposed to be

It's just a feeling that eats away at the soul
and cuts like a dull knife, twisted in it's hole
excrutiating
It's like not being able to keep a moment that you stole


But the only thing of this I know
The only overriding feeling that present life does bestow
is that my heart dreams again whenever you show
and sinks like a rock when you go

In my dreams, love between us does beautifulyy grow
but my heart lately has been feeling oh so low
I hear your voice and dream of your soft soul
wherever I run to, wherever I hide, when the aching winds of loneliness blow