there’s
still a little bit of your taste
in my mouth.
there’s
still a little bit of you laced with my
doubt.
it’s still
a little hard to say what's going on.
there’s
still a little bit of your ghost your
witness.
there’s
still a little piece of your face i haven't
kissed.
you step a little closer each day, still
i can't see what's going on
there’s
still a little bit of your song
in my ear
there’s
still a little bit of your words i long to
hear
you step a little closer to me, so close that i can see what's
going on
