I wish it was easier;
I would be so much happier if you were here
And we could do the everyday things lovers do, everyday
But you're not here, and it's not easy
Every sense I have screams at me to pack it in, to find another road
But I'd rather dig to the earth's core, with my fingers for a gem than sift pebbles from the sand
So I will continue to reach, and I will continue to ache