The cracks in my skin are like cracks in the floor
Been waiting all year, I'll be waiting some more
I sit here and think of the summer we had
The winter is cold, the winter is black
And I, I'm haunted
And I, I want you
Hundreds of miles of falling apart
I'd give anything to go back to the start
Hundreds of miles but less than a day
To just hear your voice, to just see your face
And I, I'm haunted
And I, I want you
You're in my head I can't escape it
My mind's eye has left me dry
The sun can (will) rise on new tomorrows
But can I stand another day?