Song for the Season

I Miss You

To see you when I wake up,
Is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do,
Is a three-fold utopian dream

You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line, if I said
I miss you.

I see your picture, I smell your skin on,
the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I am wasting away

I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
and I miss you

-- Incubus --