The clock keeps ticking, it’s past midnight,
I’m lying here, something's not feel right.
Your side’s so empty, it’s cold and still,
I'll keep waiting for you, yes I will.

I have made your fav, but it’s gone cold,
The wine is sitting here, growing old.
I’ve left the light on, I’ve set the scene,
Just waiting for you to walk between.

I miss that sound, your key in the door,
Your footsteps echo across the floor.
Each minute feels like it’s stretched so thin,
Please come home, so I can breathe again.

This silence is heavy, weighs me down,
I stare at my phone, but not a sound.
The bed feels bigger when I’m alone,
Please Let me out of this lonely zone.