I Can Feel You - Smoking Popes

Tortured dreams disguised as memory

Jagged shards of love that used to be

Tattered pages from a dismal diary

That was all you left behind

But I can feel you

In the pounding of my heart

And I can hear you

Crying somewhere in the dark

And I can show you

The way back to where we are

Faded snapshots of a stronger time

When I was ours and we were yours and mine

Never knowing we were dumb and deaf and blind

It was easier that way

I can feel you

In the pounding of my heart

And I can hear you

Crying somewhere in the dark

And I can show you

The way back to where we are

I can feel you

In the pounding of my heart

And I can hear you

Crying somewhere in the dark

And I can show you

The way back to where we are