The stars lean down to kiss you and I lie awake and miss you, pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere 'cause I'll doze off safe and soundly but I'll miss your arms around me. I'd send a postcard to you, dear, 'cause I wish you were here. I'll watch the night turn light-blue but it's not the same without you because it takes two to whisper quietly. The silence isn't so bad 'til I look at my hands and feel sad 'cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly. I'll find repose in new ways though I haven't slept in two days 'cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.