With the absolute truth of your absence  
In my buzzed crowded head, darling  
Nothing else could I ever think to do
On a restless empty valentineâs night  
Spent alone in a deadly cold room
But to accept a long woozy vigilance
Sipping big glasses of hard-boiled coffee  
A sweet Marrakeshi peppered coffee
Fused beautifully with some Soul music
Sung by the genius blind Ray Charles  
With a battered Naked Lunch copy spread
Carelessly on my beat-up scratched desk  
I hung my head reminiscing about you
Leafing through our past memories  
Travelling time in stagnant pictures  
Wading in fantasies of lonesome dreams
A lover weeping alone desolately broken  
Is what wretchedly I believe myself to be  
I wish you could be here with me tonight
To angelically sleep by your tender side
To hold you tight and endlessly kiss you
Just as Adam and Eve first did in Eden  
Before sin, guilt or shame even existed