Ellen Ten Damme Miss You
I miss your hands
I miss your face
I miss your voice
And what you'd say
I miss your smile
I miss your arms
I miss your touch
So tender and warm
I want you
I need you
I miss you
I miss your thoughts
I miss your strength
I miss your love
God, it never ends
I miss your eyes
I miss your kiss
I miss our nights
Nothing's like it
I want you
I need you
I miss you
I miss the mornings that you'd kiss me awake
I miss the songs we're used to play
I miss the day on that boat in the sun
I miss our talks in the restaurants
I miss you smoking cigarets
I miss you carrying me to bed
I miss you
I miss you
I want you
I need you
I miss you
