When I woke up today I remembered your name, though you had gone away I could recall your eyes vaguely bloodshot and blue Like the late evening skies And the things that I miss Is your touch, sound and smell, and the warmth of your kiss Midnight lying in bed, staring blind at the wall Seeing your face instead I catch the tail of the stars See the rustle of trees and hear 'em sway in the breeze Tied to you by a chain Since you took off in vain All alone have I lain And the things that I miss Is your touch, sound and smell, and the warmth of your kiss