[female
vocals] (
Soft,
melancholic
piano
chords) (
Deep,
steady
rhythmic
pulse)
I
miss
you,
Musa
Every
single
night
It's
driving
me
mad
The
eighteenth
of
April
was
the
last
time,
love
I
traced
the
lines
of
your
face,
tucked
beneath
the
stars
above
Now
the
calendar
is
mocking
me,
a
hollow
display
Of
all
the
lonely
hours
that
keep
you
so
far
away
I
see
you
on
the
screen,
a
pixelated
ghost
But
it’
s
the
physical
touch
that
I’
m
needing
the
most
Your
voice
is
a
whisper
through
the
digital
wire
But
it
doesn't
do
a
thing
to
quench
this
burning
fire
I
miss
you,
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib
I’
m
tired
of
the
silence
where
we
used
to
live
I
don’
t
want
to
dream
you,
I
want
you
in
the
light
I
need
your
arms
around
me,
holding
me
tight
Come
to
Kampala,
let
the
reality
begin
I’
m
waiting
for
the
moment
you
walk
back
in
Your
smile
haunts
the
dark,
it
makes
the
night
stretch
long
Without
your
heartbeat
near,
I’
m
forgetting
the
song
I’
m
tired
of
the
video
calls
and
the
screen-lit
glow
I
need
to
feel
your
skin,
I
need
the
love
we
know
I’
m
tired
of
being
second
to
the
world
and
its
pace
I
need
to
be
your
priority,
I
need
your
warm
embrace
Every
touch,
every
kiss,
they’
re
just
echoes
in
my
mind
Leaving
all
the
empty
promises
of
distance
far
behind
I
miss
you,
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib
I’
m
tired
of
the
silence
where
we
used
to
live
I
don’
t
want
to
dream
you,
I
want
you
in
the
light
I
need
your
arms
around
me,
holding
me
tight
Come
to
Kampala,
let
the
reality
begin
I’
m
waiting
for
the
moment
you
walk
back
in
When
will
you
hold
me?
Tell
me,
babe
When
will
this
hunger
for
your
presence
fade?
My
king,
my
man,
my
sweetheart,
my
soul
You’
re
the
only
piece
that
makes
me
feel
whole
Don't
let
the
distance
dictate
our
design
I’
m
counting
down
the
days
until
your
hand
is
in
mine
I
miss
you,
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib
I’
m
tired
of
the
silence
where
we
used
to
live
I
don’
t
want
to
dream
you,
I
want
you
in
the
light
I
need
your
arms
around
me,
holding
me
tight
Come
to
Kampala,
let
the
reality
begin
I’
m
waiting
for
the
moment
you
walk
back
in
Please
come
home
I’
m
here
waiting
in
Kampala
Just
you
and
me
My
love,
come
home (
Fading
piano
notes)