I can tell it's been a while, since you've been at my place The plants are in a fade, your pillow's not the same And in the morning, your old bowls are put away Oh, what a thing to hate, whenever you're not with me Is it a distant dream? Hearing you calling me Coming in from the night Guess I'm not sleeping right, I'm just tired And listen for you And listen for you Easy to let in, the chilly air of solitude Whenever you're away, what else is there to do? And I realize that love can never fade If you water it the same, as the plants whose care you take Is it a distant dream? Hearing you calling me Coming in from the night Guess I'm not sleeping right, I'm just tired And listen for you And listen for you (Can you hear me)