The Proclaimers
The Thought of You
The thought of you
Precious and clear
Drives all the rest
From out of here
The thought of you
Just won't wait
It rises up
It elevates
The thought of you
Heals me again
Of all the poison
That lies within
The thought of you
Reaches inside
Takes it away
Conquers my pride
Just the thought of you
And time and space and death
Just don't exist
Just the thought of you
And I know
I need nothing more than this
The thought of you
Makes me complete
Wraps all the bandages
'Round my feet
The thought of you
Still cracks me up
Laughs in my face
Fills up my cup
The thought of you
Sustains me still
And evermore
It always will
Oh, it always will