Fiel Garvie – All Of You lyrics

Getting to your house
Stumbling down the hill
Lurching up your steps
Reaching for
Seeing you through the hole
You let me in.

I carried in my life
You never asked how far I
Had to come to sit with you in your
Dirty but nice English home
So full of things except
The way forward.

Most of all I don't miss
Your two black holes
Most of all I don't miss
Your empty face
Most of all I don't miss
The disappointing emptiness.

The only thing I miss
Is all of you.