"To see you when I wake up,
Is a gift,
I didn't,
think could be real.
To know that you feel the same,
as I do,
Is a three-fold utopian dream.

You do something to me,
that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line,
if I said,
I miss you?

I see your picture,
I smell your skin,
on the empty pillow,
next to mine.
You have only been gone,
ten days.
But already,
I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again,
Whether far,
or soon.
But I need you to know,
that I care.
And I miss you."

-Incubus