Verse 1 Some languages say longing Like it’s something that we do, But somewhere they say absence Like it belongs to me and you. Three little words can hold a distance Closer than I knew it could be— I thought that I was missing you, But you’re missing from me. Pre-Chorus Not a wound and not an ending, Not a half that needs made whole, Just the way my body notices When you’re somewhere it can’t hold. Chorus Tu me manques, You are missing from me, From the reach of all my senses, From the place you ought to be. You’re still mine and I’m still yours, love, There’s no tragedy— I just finally found the language For what distance does to me. Verse 2 There’s a space beside my body That remembers yours by heart, Every ordinary inch of us Feels different when we’re apart. It’s the instinct of my fingers Reaching where your hand should be, Like some part of me keeps checking For the part that’s missing from me. Pre-Chorus 2 I think closeness has a language That our mouths don’t always speak, I think love is most revealing In the inches in between. Chorus Tu me manques, You are missing from me, From the reach of all my senses, From the place you ought to be. You’re still mine and I’m still yours, love, There’s no tragedy— I just finally found the language For what distance does to me. Bridge I don’t need you to complete me, I was never half a soul, But loving you has taught my body There are different kinds of whole. Mine still turns toward your gravity Even when you’re out of reach— Like my skin has learned your presence And can tell when you’re missing from me. Final Chorus Tu me manques, You are missing from me, From the reach of all my senses, From the place you ought to be. You’re still mine and I’m still yours, love, No distance changes what we mean— I just finally found the language: You are missing from me.
