"...To see you when i wake up, is a gift, I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same, as i do, Is a three-fold utopian dream. You do something to me, That i can't explain. So would i be out-of-line, If i said 'I miss you' ? I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow, Next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already i'm wasting away. I know i'll see you again; Whether far, or soon. But i need you to know, That i care.. ...And i miss you." Incubus -