It's that feeling that someone is standing behind me
and I turn around and there's no one there.
And it's the sensation that someone just whispered,
I still hear your voice but you're not really here.
Your memory's like a ghost,
and my heart is its host.
I can still feel you just as close as skin every now and then,
all by myself in a crowded room on my empty bed.
There's a place you've touched with your love no one gets close to.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
You
said you'd love me forever,
then you said it's over and left me without the missing link.
I thought I'd forget you,
but I guess I forgot you,
and lately I've been too confused to think.
When I reach for someone new,
it's like I'm touching you.
I can still feel you just as close as skin every now and then,
all by myself in a crowded room on my empty bed.
There's a place you've touched with your love no one gets close to.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
In everything that moves,
in everything I do,
I can still feel you just as close as skin every now and then,
all by myself in a crowded room on my empty bed.
There's a place you've touched with your love no one gets close to.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.
I can still feel you.