My mind is going places
You hands have been before
Every movie scene
Leaves me longing for you more
Do you know what it's like
Going out
Hitting the town
Even though you've found what you were after
Shaving your legs
When you have no one to shave them for

Waking in fear
Sleeping in the past
Dreading the news,
That our last was our last

I'm holding on tightly,
But you're slipping away
In the ocean of distance
That keeps us astray.