Heartly Matter

He waited 'til the morning after
He  waited with a heartly matter
And  all that he said, so silent
And all that he felt, kept inside
And now ghostly voices inside him sing

When  two become one
It's  half when one's gone
And I do love the way she sang
And  I do love the way we sounded
I do miss its song
I do miss its song

She waited 'til the morning after
She  waited with her heartly matter
And when wishfully, she closed her eyes
And when wishfully again opened them
Found no love beside her
But voices inside her sang

When two becomes one
It's half when one's gone
And I do love the way he sang
And I do love the way we sounded
I do miss its song
I do miss its song