Love is the only word I can think of when describing this song...

Memory of Your Arms – Marcus Foster

I see nothing but the memory of your arms upon this train
The morning lays a frosted sheet of gold along the plane
?Tied the ships and snow?
The mind is making crazy patterns
Like the birds along the lake
There isn’t much more longing at the day
There isn’t much more longing at the day
The sun is melting amber on the houses painted green and red
The tide falls pretending she is laying there in bed
Between the words that you spoke
My eyes are gazing on the water
Trying hard to stay away
There isn’t much more longing at the day
There isn’t much more longing at the day
The sky is showing endless roads I have no time to roam
Restless heart is searching for the pathway to your home
Between the towers and the tracks hold the memory of your arms
Only I was just about to break
There isn’t much more longing at the day
There isn’t much more longing at the day
There isn’t much more longing, there isn’t much more longing
There isn’t much more longing at the day