Missing Songtext

von Pat MacDonald

Two lips pout
Too cold for kissing
Smoke pouring out
The fireplace hissing
The perfect night
The ideal bride
Everything tried
Everything missing

I went down
For my midnight session
To find someone
To cure my depression
She said "Come on
Let me read your palm
The nights get long
In my profession"

We sat on her bed
It was totally dark
But everything she said
Was dead on the mark
One small spark
Was all that was missing

No complaints
No reminiscing
Long black train
Has come down to one thing
To ride you blind
To the end of the line
And there I might find
Everyting...