Craving for you, dear, and you're so far away from me.
You're there, eating, drinking, sleeping, going to work. I'm
here.
Craving. Dreaming about you. Imagining you as we once were.
Knowing it'll never be again. Only craving.
Sleeping with others to forget, whispering your name in the
while. But you're there, and I'm here, cruising a Shikara on
the Gangas, looking at the sunrise.
Craving for you. For you to be by my side. To see the beauty
of the lights, the fire as it glows from the bodies, the
music and the celebrations.
Craving for you, dear, and its about time I'll stop!