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I've thought about you once or twice while you were goneI thought about changing the locks so you couldn't come homeIt isn't very often I have time alone, I use it well before it's goneSo I made the bed, put away the quiltsbut I left yours out, because I still don't know where they goand that may be the only thing I don't know about you when you goIs this habit, or is this needis this still hunger or someone to feedthere's a box of longing that I keepby the bed where we sleepAnd if I die before I wake, I pray that nobody will saymy life was just one big mistake, and all the risks I'd never takeIf I die before I wake, I'll pray the lord this soul to takeI pray that it is filled with good and all these things I did for youIf I die before I wake, and the Earth is filled with earthquakesthe land off into the sea, and my whole world turns waterythe earth lets out just one last moan, that's the sound of us alonethat's the sound of aloneI've thought about you once or twice while you were gone From Letras Mania