Fog - Wintersleep

These broken arms won’t hold you down

These ruptured lungs won’t make a sound

These syllables won’t bring you back,

Won’t stitch the holes, no bones intact

and I can’t pretend that you were there

and I can’t pretend I held your hand

and I miss your smile

I miss your smile

I need you now

I need you now

and I am not scared of falling down

I am not scared of dark dark clouds

I miss your smile

I miss your smile

I need you now

I need you now