From the recording The Writer and the Written
Lyrics
Your face is always on my mind
Trying desperately to lie
Hiding memories
Suffocating
I still dream of you
Your hands rifling through my hair
Your lips pressed over my skin
Your life a story so ambitious
But where do I begin?
I end talking to myself
Reciting histories undealt
Beginnings hazy memories
Of what I never held
Oh what a shame
That we could never meet
And who's to blame
That you held no love for me?
With everything I've longed to hold you close beside me and I
Wish I could resign
For you I was so blind
But inside my head you're mine
Your face is painted on my soul
Your voice whispers "Don't let go."
You were everything I wanted
But never quite enough
We were just moments away
From both our greatest mistakes
And then you held my eyes
and told me you'd be going to sleep
The twists and turns of your hips
Your soft hair gracing your lips
And your spine pressed against my chest
I lied, I'm never at my best
Oh what a shame
That we could never meet
And who's to blame
That you held no love for me?
With everything I've longed to hold you close beside me and I
Wish I could resign
For you I was so blind
But inside my head you're mine
You're mine
I want to taste the air you breathe
Fill your soul with all my sweet misdeeds
Take everything that you can be
But your voice
I'm left abandoned, an empty old shell
You were my mistress and I was your thrall
But I haven't heard my sweet lover's voice
In years left uncounted months too long to tell
I've tried to remember the way your skin felt
The taste of your lips and the curve of your smile
You are a stranger, a ghost in my mind
You haunt me
But you're not present in my sight
Oh what a shame
That we could never meet
And who's to blame
That you held no love for me?
With everything I've longed to hold you close beside me and I
Wish I could resign
For you I was so blind
But inside my head you're mine
You're mine