oh E, you do it again

The Longing, The Eels
The longing is a pain
A heavy pressure on my chest
It rarely leaves
My day becomes a quest
to try not to think about her
And all that she brings
Forget about her magic
All the beautiful things

surely there are other things to life
but i cant think of one single thing
that matters more
than just to see her
her smile
her touch
her smell
her laugh

the longing is a friend
a way to stay close
and feel like she's here
and feel like she knows
that when i say i would die for her
it's not just words
i really would
and to make the world a safer place for her
well i believe i really could

surely there are other things to life
but i cant think of one single thing
that matters more
than just to see her
her tears
her sorrow
her faults
her doubt
.....
i love them all.