Kathryn Colina - Space Between

The sun comes to say morning's here
And under sheets you pull me near
And we stay still, fall in and out of sleep
Then later on, we stumble down the stairs
And find black coffee grounds
And hover over adjacent newspaper sheets
If every morning could be like this
I'd wake up smiling through your kiss
But you've got work waiting in LA
So on the weekends when you're home
I try to place us on a throne and prove that we are happy
Those few days. But the

Space between
The space between
The space between is killing me

Throughout the week I plan with you
A Saturday well-spent for two
A sunny Sunday staring at the sky
And when you land on Friday night
I swear there's nothing just quite like
The way I search the crowd to meet your eyes
But then on Monday when you're gone
The bed is cold, the lighting's wrong
And I feel I've woken from a dream
Although your voice comes through the phone
I feel so empty on this throne alone and all I see is all the space

The space between
The space between
The space between
The space
Is killing me
The space is killing me
The space is killing me

Written by:
Kathryn Colina

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