a hand can trace
a heart, some shapes
a lover's back,
a sleeping face
so unknowing, and so unsaid
could you tell if
someone instead
would trace
would trace
would trace
would trace
if i were gone, you would go on

of touch, and of taste
feelings too small to trace
in the warmth
of sun in your hair
in a doubt
you're not sure is there
you will trace
will trace
will trace
will trace
what i can't see is killing me

when feelings fade i will retrace
and i will stay with you
when feelings fade i will retrace
and i will stay with you all the time