Lydia

I need a voice to hear

A hand to hold

A mind to be near

I need skin to touch

The scent of hair will mean so much

I need lips to kiss

The laughter of someone to miss

I need to wake up to the sound of you breathing

I need to comfort you

And let you cry when you have to

I need to kiss your tears

And let you be alone

But you don’t know what it’s like

But you don't know what it's like

I need to comfort

And to say that it will be OK

I want to feel the taste of tears in my mouth

I want to give away what I got

And get nothing back

Except for moments of you love me from the heart

I need to share what I got

Or else its not worth a lot

I want to pick up the phone

And apologise

But you don’t know what it’s like

But you don’t know what it’s like

I met a man whose mission was to

Crawl across the land

He called me lucky because of what I was made

Hey man take my shoes take my coat

And understand

I am a salesman and sorrow is my trade

I share what I got

But you don’t know what it’s like

I share what I got

But you don’t know what it’s like

I share what I got

But you don’t know what it’s like

I share what I got

But you don’t know what it’s like

I share what I got

But you don’t know what it’s like

I share what I got

But you don’t know what it’s like

I need to share what I got

Or else its not worth a lot

I want to pick up the phone

And apologize