Liedjes van Sneeuwwitje

She's a street light in the evening rain, 
An empty seat on the rush hour train. 
She's a polaroid lying on the street, 
She's the lover I may never meet. 

Every night I breathe her in, 
Feel her sink into my skin. 
Still I feel, 
That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love, 
I am shouted by and criticised, 
Still I crave your touch. 
And I know the time you're killing is mine, 
But I... I don't mind. 

She's a phone call in the dead of night, 
A stranger's voice I recognize. 
She's a radio playing in the dark, 
She's the name you'll find written on my heart. 

Every night I breathe her in, 
Feel her sink into my skin. 
Still I feel 
That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love, 
I am shouted by and criticised, 
Still I crave your touch. 
And I know the time you're killing is mine, 
But I... I don't mind. 

For the love of my life, one day I will find you... and you'll find me back