Even now I can smell your clothes Freshly from the wash, Still hot from the dryer. Even now I can smell your skin As I wrap you in a towel, Lay you on the bed, and try to love you Even now I can feel your arms. I can feel your breasts. I can hear your songs. And I always can find you again. Even now I can feel your hand Gently over mine, With almost no weight at all. Even now I can feel your eyes. Watch me as I strum Much too late at night. Even now I can see you smile. I can hear you hum. I can hear you sing. And I always can find you again. Even in the dark of night. Even in the lowest light. Even as the world outside is spinning, And spinning Even now I can feel your hair Blow across my cheek As we sit in one of two chairs. Even now I can feel your face Resting on my chest, Wrestling for sleep and failing at it. Even now I can see you sleep. I can see you dream. I can see you fly. And I always can find you again. And I always can find you again.