Lying on the floor 
Longin' for the longin' 
Life is such a poor thing without the longin' inside. 
Now that the missing's fading I've lost my vice 
And I rise in the morning dressing for the night. 

Lying on the carpet longin' for the longin' 
Trying to cry when your tears are dry just leaves you bored 
When your wounds are open you can dress up in blue 
And now I'm longin for the longin' 
More than I'm longing for you. 

Lying in your arms 
Longin' for the longin' 
Now the missing is a memory and I'm thinking of the good old days 
When I clung to a love song and drenched it in wine 
Now I rise in the morning reaching for the night. 

So Long longin'.