Somehow everything I own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do the things that you always wanted to, without me there to hold you back, don't think just do, more than anything I want to see you go, take a glorious bite out of the whole world
I'm miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms.