Lying on the floor Longin' for the longin' Life is such a poor thing without the longin' inside. Now that the missing's fading I've lost my vice And I rise in the morning dressing for the night.
Lying on the carpet longin' for the longin' Trying to cry when your tears are dry just leaves you bored When your wounds are open you can dress up in blue And now I'm longin for the longin' More than I'm longing for you.
Lying in your arms Longin' for the longin' Now the missing is a memory and I'm thinking of the good old days When I clung to a love song and drenched it in wine Now I rise in the morning reaching for the night.