I can't get rid of the feeling
That something is wrong
And yet the emotion is
Unjustified --
Because everyone's alive.
I can't get you out of my head
And maybe that's what's wrong
Because the gaps between my fingers
Were made for you to fill.
And I can't get rid of this fog
In my head --
Visibility is almost as impossible
As letting you say goodbye.
And I'm still in a daze from the feeling
Of your arms around me,
The brush of your lips against mine
And the way that I want to cry --
Because the gaps between my fingers
Were made for you to fill.
I can't get rid of this pain
Because there are 24 hours in a day...
And would you care if I started walking in your direction?
Maybe if I ran,
If I could stand the pain of a million knives
To see your face just one more time tonight...