Incubus

You say more by saying nothing at all.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes.

I'm down, but not out
And far from done.

A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness,
A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress.
Wish you were here and I'm a wounded satellite!
I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.

Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.