Missing Parts

I'd let you know my darling if I could-
Eventually show my intent's pure and good.
But you won't look my lonely way.
"Come home my love" I dare not say.
Perched by the window, I watch the lights.
The evening glow of starry nights.
And I won't, I won't let go that distant glare.
Keep it near, just right here.
I'd sell my soul my darling I have said.
For you all lain and sprawled out on my bed.
But the devil won't pay, I'm missing parts.
He knows it's you who's stole my heart.
Benched out on some busy street.
The bustle of the masses beat.
And I won't, I won't let go that distant note, keep it near, it gives me hope.
Keep it here it makes me hope that someday you will be here to sing it in front of me.