Text: Chris Cornell. Missing.

Here come the signs
Of early-warning misery
Here come the sounds
It looks like a river up to here
Underneath my head
Here comes the sight
I might just lose it ?
Here comes the part
Where you ask me for my sympathy
I just might lose my head

Have you seen me
Can you hear me
Did you think you could win me over
I've been hard to hold

I've been hard to hold
And I'm missing


I made you get down
I made you get down on your hands and knees
But I made it up
I took you away from your misery
And you can't say it's ?

Now here comes the past
It looks like what's in front of me
This may be the last
This may be the last thing you'll see of me
And it might be your key to rest

I've been hard to hold
And I'm missing