[Storyteller.]

Wish I could hold you up in my arms,
keep you safe and sound from any harm.
I can't seem to function from this far away.
And every little moment looks so dull,
without your colour in my day.

Oh, it feels so good
to hear you speak.

This is where I start to miss you
more than I can bear.
I hate this distance in between us;
I don't think it's fair.
All my time spent wondering
how to stay true to you.
But you're not here, and now I fear,
I'll never get back to you.

Would have carried you to anywhere you pleased,
even if my limbs were broken, and my body was diseased.
I can't seem to operate from this far away.
There's a million little voices telling me
I should have stayed.

Oh, it feels so good
to hear you speak.

This is where I start to miss you
more than I can bear.
I hate this distance in between us;
I don't think it's fair.
All my time spent wondering
how to stay true to you.
But you're not here, and now I fear,
I'll never get back to you.

My blood aches from from
trying to make you appear.
Oh, it's such an awful sight
to just see me in the mirror.

This is where I start to miss you
more than I can bear.
I hate this distance in between us;
I don't think it's fair.
All my time spent wondering
why I stay true to you.
'Cause you're not here,
and now it's clear,
I'm never going back to you.
No, no, I'm never going back to you.