I can tell it's been a while, since you've been at my place
The plants are in a fade, your pillow's not the same
And in the morning, your old bowls are put away
Oh, what a thing to hate, whenever you're not with me
Is it a distant dream?
Hearing you calling me
Coming in from the night
Guess I'm not sleeping right, I'm just tired
And listen for you
And listen for you
Easy to let in, the chilly air of solitude
Whenever you're away, what else is there to do?
And I realize that love can never fade
If you water it the same, as the plants whose care you take
Is it a distant dream?
Hearing you calling me
Coming in from the night
Guess I'm not sleeping right, I'm just tired
And listen for you
And listen for you
(Can you hear me)
