Thursday, April 23, 2009 Y 6:56 AM

I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the rush of your skin
I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violence, sweet perfect words that you said

If I could walk on water, If I could tell you what's next
Make you believe, make you forget

I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on