The imprint on my bed fits no other body
It's molded to every curve and crevice of you.
And I'll keep it empty
Until you come back,
Until you return to hold me and caress me,
Until you lull me to sleep with your voice and warmth.
Until I have you in my arms again,
I'll keep your side empty,
Sleeping next to the shadow of the man you were.
It's molded to every curve and crevice of you.
And I'll keep it empty
Until you come back,
Until you return to hold me and caress me,
Until you lull me to sleep with your voice and warmth.
Until I have you in my arms again,
I'll keep your side empty,
Sleeping next to the shadow of the man you were.
