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