On some very rare occasions, or maybe every fortnight I let you slip in my mind, in the middle of the night Just a little I let my lips remember yours, the bittersweet taste and all I run my fingers in your hair, maybe they weren't this long Snapshots of you, fragments of your touch on my skin burns And someday I won't remember, how there wasn't an inch between us But tonight, I will let you slip in mind, just for this time On some very rare occasions or maybe every fortnight