Your Face

I keep looking for your face
 In the morning sun
 Coming round the corner bend
 It's that time of year again
 When you should appear
 Like apples red and clear
 Between the green and my missing you
 It's a melancholy time
 It's a scent that's been refined
 It's the air as sharp as waking
 And I have seen your lion's mane
 Shaking untamed without you
 And your clothes laze
 On other shoulders and legs
 But they don't move like you used to
 They're just misfits in your place
 Looks like trouble's in the waiting
 I keep looking for your light
 There's no yellow in sight
 A lifeless painting
 I keep looking for your face
 I keep looking for your face
 I keep looking for your face
 In the morning sun
 Coming round the corner bend
 It's that time of year again
 I keep looking for your face
 I keep looking for your face
 I keep looking for your face
 I keep looking for your face
 I keep looking for your face