Oh there’s no place in the world that I’d rather be
Than in your arms and not just your memory
I’m reaching out to touch you but can’t locate your
face
But I still know what it feels like, so its your body I will
trace

*my hands remember you like my favorite book
I’ve read you so many times I just don’t need to look
I can feel you in the air…

**I’ve held on to the memory of you
I’ve drawn you on the paper and sculpt you in the clay
I’ve held on to the memory of you
Until then I’ll just wait; I’ll just wait here, till the
day

Oh there’s no voice in the world that I’d rather hear
Than your own and not just on the phone
My eyes wander round and round but they cannot find your
gaze
But I remember the reflections and that honey haze

My tongue remembers you like my favorite food
I kissed you so many times, no wonder why I could 
I can taste you in the air…

**

How my hands know you, like they know my own
I’ve touched you so many times, but now they are alone
my hands remember you like my favorite book
I’ve read you so many times I just don’t need to look
I can feel you in the air X3
**
till the day X2
2002