where is there love left inside younwhere does the warmness gonup in the air or behind younis it a magic shownwhat does it sleep like beside younthe furnace, the smell of your clothesnthe smiling, desiring, as deep as your eyesnI wonder how deep you can gonwhen you're in lovenoh well, you're in lovenwhen you're in loventoo bad you're in lovenlying here hating to miss younhow cold is your side of the bednI toss and I turn and I know what I wantnis you to get out of my head