I got used to feeling your skin on my fingertips
My breath fogs the glass of the window at which I sit
I know that we're used to this now but it doesn't make
Removing your head from my chest any less an ache
My heart stirred my eyes blurred my words slurred
How many times?
My skin burns my stomach turns
Baby please meet my eyes
Don't mistake
The look on my face
For sadness I'm just in my head
Dreaming of
The feeling of love
If god's real I thank him for you
I sometimes find it impossible to think ahead
A feeling of homesickness when I'm in my own bed
A chill down my spine why'd I tease my mind
With this thought
Our life our design future we define
I'm in awe
Don't mistake
The look on my face
For sadness I'm just in my head
Dreaming of
The feeling of love
If god's real I thank him for you
I won't forget
Those words you said
Love the moment
Keep and hold it