Lonesome Wyatt And The Holy Spooks
in the gloaming
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In the gloaming of the night
When all the lights are shivering
I am thinking of you dear
And on the floor Iâm withering
And I know that you miss me
And I know that youâre 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 isnât right
And I know that you miss me
And I know that youâre sorry
Wherever you are
On my skull I feel your steps
But when I look youâre 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 youâre sorry
Wherever you are