Is it the ambience?Is it the raindrops falling on the rooftop?Is it the routines?The conversations?Or is it you? Because of you?'Cause when I sit, still, I thought I heard your voice.Close my eyes, wishing I could see nothing but you.Is it really you I'm missing?I try not to think about what you're like.Try not to wonder where you've been.What you've done.What are you...
