Have you ever been haunted the way I've been by you.
And have you ever felt the measure of the days that I've spent waiting, pining for you.

I can't see the sun for the daylight.
I can't feel your breath for the wind.
I don't want to step from these shadows, 'til you're coming back again.

I've dammed the emotions to keep my lanterns lit.
I'm shaken by this longing coursing through my veins.
In mind my I can't make sense of it.

I can't see the sun for the daylight.
I can't feel your breath for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows.
Are you coming back again?

Do we give up this search and turn out the light?
Give up this holy ghost that rattles thought the night?

I can't see the sun for the daylight.
I can't feel your breath for the wind.
I get do used to these shadows.
Will you chase away these shadows when you come back again?