It's been too long since we have been together
And yet it has not really been that long.
I feel a constant tingle in the weather
That tells me everything's a little wrong,
And I know that it's you, calling me home,
Wondering why I am far from you;
I promise that I do not love to roam,
But sometimes it is something one must do.
So do not stop your call, nor make the air
Grow clearer and less charged because of this,
But know that I would much rather be there
Sitting by your side, sharing your kiss
Than here. Yet each of us is where we are
And though it has not been that long, it's far.
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