Dashboard Confessional

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.
Even in the dark of night
Even in the lowest light
Even as the world outside
Is spinning
And its 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 restin' on my chest, wrestling for sleep and failing at it 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