There’s a nagging feeling inside my head,
It’s been there ever since I got out of bed,
It feels like my courage just went and fled,
So strong before and now weak instead,
So now I’m really only hanging on a thread,
Without you I might as well be quite dead.
There’s naught left of my nerves, not a shred,
I miss you my darling, the love you spread,
How am I gonna get through the day ahead,
I’d rather just hit myself hard over the head,
Someone make time go like a downhill sled,
So I can be near and hug you again in bed.