It’s lonely in this big bed without you, wishing the miles between us weren’t true I wake up from a bad dream, my hair a tangled mess, and you’re not here Your side — the left — is kept and untouched where I stare And what I need more than ever is the sound
Lonely In This Big Bed Without You
Lonely In This Big Bed Without You
Lonely In This Big Bed Without You
It’s lonely in this big bed without you, wishing the miles between us weren’t true I wake up from a bad dream, my hair a tangled mess, and you’re not here Your side — the left — is kept and untouched where I stare And what I need more than ever is the sound