Moby, Jose James - ache for

Shadows linger to the dawn Half-remembered dreams Feather-light, a heart of stone Maybe I didn't do all the things that you loved And maybe there were things we could have said Maybe I never knew all the things you could have done Maybe I never knew or maybe I never asked What do you ache for? What do you breathe for? What do you dream for? And what do you ache for? What do you reach for? And what do you dream for? What do you ache for? What do you breathe for? What do you dream for? And what do you ache for? What do you reach for? What do you dream for? What do you ache for? What do you breathe for? What do you dream for?