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The Bed´s Too Cold Without You
No Warmth Without You
Our bed ´s too cold without you,
I stretch my arm to feel your warmth
Your body is always heated,
Yet I feel nothing,
You are not there,
And the bed´s too cold without you.
The weatherman says ´´Heatwave coming´´
Aaah! So I will sleep tonight,
Cosy, warm, ----I still reach for you,
100 degrees doesn't matter.,
I still reach out to an empty space,
Your warm skin I am in need of,
But the bed´s too cold without you.
I want to pray that you´ll come back,
That you´ll survive ....the healthy one.
Yet, who am I to ask the Lord?
With children dying every day,
Mothers, fathers blown away,
Who am I to complain
that our bed´s too cold without you?
Mothers, Fathers fight diseases,
But diseases often win.
Children too succumb to cancers
Of this wicked world.
So, Who am I to ask the Lord?
Why should He favour me?
Our life´s been good together
How selfish can I be?
Yet, I can´t sleep without you here,
I tried to sleep over your side,
Didn't help, without you there
The bed´s too cold without you.
I can only wait and see,
Whatever will be , will be....,
But one thing´s for sure,
If you don´t come back,
Sleeping will be
On settee for me,
Our bed´s too cold without you.