I miss the Sun (Part II)

[Verse 1] December breath on window glass, The day is short, the hours pass. The sky hangs low, a concrete tone, Even daylight feels alone. I pull my coat a little tight, Another afternoon turns night. The world is pale, the streets are numb, I wait for something that won’t come. [Chorus] I miss the sun, the way it felt, On tired skin, on hearts that melt. I miss the gold, the careless days, Before the cold learned my name. I miss the sun — it feels so far, Like a memory, not a star. [Verse 2] Coffee’s cold, the radio sighs, Grey thoughts drift like winter flies. Every smile feels borrowed light, Every hope is dressed in white. I see my breath, I lose my hands, Time moves slow, like frozen sand. I close my eyes and almost feel That summer warmth that used to heal. [Chorus] I miss the sun, the honest glow, When days were long and moving slow. I miss the heat, the open air, The sense that life was everywhere. I miss the sun — the way it knew, How to pull me back to you. [Bridge] Maybe it’s not just light I lack, Maybe it’s parts I never got back. In every shadow, every run, I’m really missing more than sun. [Final Chorus] I miss the sun, the soundless cure, The warmth that made me feel secure. Now winter speaks in shades of grey, And teaches me to wait, not pray. I miss the sun — but still I stand, Counting days until its hand… Finds me again.