I Miss You - Ayin Aleph

Last time I fell in front of you

And how much it hurts

There is no one I compare to you

I miss you

And I am starving and I am waiting what

I miss you

Do you know what it means?

I touch you in my church of envies

And each time it’s not you

I miss you

I love the way you talked to me

Even if it was a lie

I love the way you moved through time

I didn’t know I could become

So engaged in my passion

And hear the shadows of my voice

There are born within your soul

There are dying in the sky