Alanis Morissette "Torch" Songtext

Torch

I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding wayMiss your approach to life and your body in my bedMiss your take on anything and the music you would playMiss cracking up and wrestling our debriefs at end of day

These are things that I missThese are not times for the weak of heartThese are the days of raw despondenceAnd I never dreamed I would haveTo lay down my torch for you like this

I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you writeMiss you walking through the front door, documentaries in your handMiss traveling, our traveling and your fun and charming friendsMiss our Big Sur1 getaways and to watch you love my dogs

These are things that I missThese are not times for the weak of heartThese are the days of raw despondenceAnd I never dreamed I would haveTo lay down my torch for you like this

One step, one prayer, I soldier onSimulating, moving on

I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kidsAnd the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief

These are things that I missThese are not times for the weak of heartThese are the days of raw despondenceAnd I never dreamed I would haveTo lay down my torch for you like this