It's that feeling that someone is standing behind you
then I turn around and there's no one there.
And it's the sensation that someone just whispered,
yeah I still ehar your voice but you're not really hear.
Your memory's like a ghost,
and my heart is its host.
I can still feel you just as close a 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 else gets 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.
Well I thought I'd forget you, but I guess I forgot to,
and lately I've been too confused to think.
When I reach for someone new, it's like I'm touching you.
In everything that moves,
in everything I do...