The day starts, the day ends, time crawls by. Night steals in, pacing the floor. The moments creep, yet I can't bear to sleep till I hear you sing. And weeks pass, and months pass, seasons fly. Still you don't walk through my door. And in our hate, I count the silent days till I hear you sing once more. And sometimes, in darkness, I dream that you are there. But wake, holding nothing but the cold night air. And years come, and years go, time runs dry. Still I ache deep in my core. My broken soul can't be alive, oh, till I hear you sing once more. And music, your music, it teases at my ear. I turn, and it fades away, and you're not here. Let hopes pass, let dreams pass, let them die. Without you, what are they for? I'll always feel no more than halfway real till I hear you sing once more. I'll always feel no more than halfway real till I hear you sing once more. © BF-WATCH TV 2021