Missing کے بول

Words by Tracey Thorn Music by Ben Watt I step off the train, I´m walking down your street again , and past your door, but you don´t live there any more. It´s years since you´ve been there. Now you´ve desappeared somewhere like outer space, you´ve found some better place, and i miss you - like the deserts miss the rain. Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead of everyone. We´d walk behind while you would run. I look up at your house, and can almost hear you shout down to me where I always used to be, and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain. Back on the train , I ask why did I come again? Can I confess I´ve been hanging round your old adress? and the years have proved to offer nothing sinced you moved. You´re long gone but I can´t move on, and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain.