What I Miss Most - Calum Scott

It must have been a year since

I was thrown across an ocean far from home

And I was making oceans

Riding in between the highs and lows

Woah, when awake in the morning I

You is the first on my mind

Maybe what I miss most

It wasn’t made of steel and stones

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn’t born of skin and bone

Under the sun, up on the waves

Under three climbs when I’m far away

Maybe what I miss most

And maybe you’ll never know

And maybe you’ll never know

Life beyond the window

I’m jealous of the way the black bird flies

Free among the people

Those quarter million stories pass me by

Woah, I awake in the moonlight I

You is the last on my mind

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn’t made of steel and stones

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn’t born of skin and bone

Under the sun, up on the waves

Under three climbs and I’m far away

Maybe what I miss most

And maybe you’ll never know

And maybe you’ll never know

And maybe you’ll never know

I remember on the table

All those faces, where did they go?

I imagine how it looks like

When I’m not there

I remember, every summer

But now that years are, just a number

There’s no backroots

Time is faster with everything I’ve left behind

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn’t made of steel and stones

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn’t born of skin and bone

Cause under the sun, up on the waves

Under three climbs and I’m far away

Maybe what I miss most

And maybe you’ll never know

And maybe you’ll never know

And maybe you’ll never know