In exile
 
don’t quite know which one of us is in exile
but I sure do miss you soul

there’s a soul-shaped hole inside of me
when I wake up in the morning

and there’s a soul-shaped hole inside of me
when I go to bed at night
 
I’d send you a postcard
if only I knew where you are

tell you how deeply I miss you
how much I’d love you to come home