Why does my mind keeps wandering,
To the curves of your eyes,
And the pitch of your voice?
Why does my heart keep aching,
To an old photograph,
And a corner at a park?
Why does my lips keep recalling,
To a first kiss in a bench,
And a farewell that still lasts?
Why does my mind keeps trying,
To forget your face and your pace,
And still think of you each day?