Alanis Morissette - Torch

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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I miss your smell and your style

And your pure abiding way

Miss your approach to life

And your body in my bed

Miss your take on anything

And the music you would play

Miss cracking up and wrestling

Our debriefs at end of day

These are the things that I miss

These are not times for the weak of heart

These are the days of raw despondence

And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

I miss your neck and your gait

And your sharing what you write

Miss you walking through the front door

Documentaries in your hand

Miss traveling our traveling

And your fun and charming friends

Miss our baser getaways

And you watch you love my dogs

These are the things that I miss

These are not times for the weak of heart

These are the days of raw despondence

And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

One step one prayer

I soldier on

Stimulating moving on

I miss your warmth and the thought

Of us bringing up our kids

And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief

These are the things that I miss

These are not times for the weak of heart

These are the days of raw despondence

And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this