In the Gloaming

In the gloaming of the night
When all the lights are shivering
I am thinking of you, dear
And on the floor I’m withering
And I know that you miss me
And I know that you’re sorry
Wherever you are
Into the phone I carved your voice
Up to my ear I hold it tight
But now the sound is cold and dull
And everything just isn’t right
And I know that you miss me
And I know that you’re sorry
Wherever you are
On my skull I feel your steps
But when I look, you’re never there
Out on the street I see your dress
I touched your shadow on the stair
And I know that you miss me
And I know that you’re sorry
Wherever you are