Even Now

Even Now"Dashboard ConfessionalWritten by Christopher CarrabbaEven now I can smell your clothesFreshly from the washStill hot from the dryerEven now I can smell your skinTo wrap you in a towelLay you on the bedAnd try to love youEven now I can feel your armsI can feel your breastI can hear your songsAnd I always can find you againEven now I can feel your handGently over mineWith almost no weight at allEven now I can feel your eyesWatch me as I strumMuch too late at nightEven now I can see you smileI can hear you humI can hear you singAnd I always can find you againEven in the dark of nightEven in the lowest lightEven as the world outsideIs spinning, and spinningEven now I can feel your hairBlow across my cheekAs we sit in one of two chairsEven now I can feel your faceResting on my chestWrestling for sleepAnd failing at itEven now I can see you sleepI can see the dreamI can see you flyAnd I always can find you againAnd I always can find you againAnd I always can find you again