Where did you go?
I've lost who you were
You're the piece I'm missing
Where did you go?
Part of me wishes you never left
Part of me wishes it ended with you
All of me knows we were happier back then
Young, free and living wild
All of me misses that inner child

A naked branch awaits the spring
    when vernal vigour will awake
      the cuckoos calling on the wing.
A naked branch awaits the spring
    like distant soundless whispering
      around the icy listening lake.
A naked branch awaits the spring,
  when vernal vigour will awake.