I draw your face in my sleep.

On the table are my sketches, skin deep
I still know the lines of your face,
In which order and in which shape
I draw your face in my sleep

On the table are my sketches,
When I see them I turn weak,
I know your body as it is my home,
All the lines in your face are so unique

I can still remember how you smell
Your lips when you kissed me and its taste
The sound you make when you yell
How it feels when I turn my hands on your waist

I can't let it go - how it felt
After all we've been through
I can't believe this is the end
And I could even be just friends
But can't we just go further like we used to?

On the table are my sketches, skin deep
I still know the lines of your face,
In which order and in which shape,
I draw your face in my sleep