The Missing (rough) [demo version]
This is for the boy in the dark on the stairs
Who had his toy sword coz he was so scared
This is for the bruises that are still there
I wonder how your own mother compares?
For every hug you've missed
And every goodnight kiss
This is the start of the list
How did it come to this?
So knock it back
Knock it back
For every time they'd hide up the stairs
For everytime they needed your care
So angry that it was never there
This is for them and the cross they bare
For every hug you've missed
And every lie and fist
For the words you used to twist
A sorry wouldn't go a miss
So knock it back
Take it back
So this is for the boy in the dark
Who had his toy sword coz he was so scared
But he brave and he found you down there
He slayed the dragon but do you care?
For every hug you've missed
And on his head I've kissed
You would stick and they would twist
So glad they're far from it
And if only you could see the woulds you'd heal
He's growing up without you not knowing what to feel
Hear no see no evil
Dead flies on his windowsill
You could wake up there's hope for this story still
Who had his toy sword coz he was so scared
This is for the bruises that are still there
I wonder how your own mother compares?
For every hug you've missed
And every goodnight kiss
This is the start of the list
How did it come to this?
So knock it back
Knock it back
For every time they'd hide up the stairs
For everytime they needed your care
So angry that it was never there
This is for them and the cross they bare
For every hug you've missed
And every lie and fist
For the words you used to twist
A sorry wouldn't go a miss
So knock it back
Take it back
So this is for the boy in the dark
Who had his toy sword coz he was so scared
But he brave and he found you down there
He slayed the dragon but do you care?
For every hug you've missed
And on his head I've kissed
You would stick and they would twist
So glad they're far from it
And if only you could see the woulds you'd heal
He's growing up without you not knowing what to feel
Hear no see no evil
Dead flies on his windowsill
You could wake up there's hope for this story still
Credits
Writer(s): Sophie Henderson
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