06 Nov 2010
When you touch my hand, the racing world stands
And everything’s still
And I can’t hold my breath, but forget to breathe when looking at you
Albeit so brief, moments they seem the sweetest with you
And then all of these things are likened to dreams
And fade will you too
It’s a crime to have loved you
When in time you would go
Oh such a crime to have loved you of which I’m found guilty of
I’m tried and convicted
When I close my eyes, the looking glass lies
And tells me you’re near
Yet comfort is mine, the crime’s worth the time
To have had you here
And everything’s still
And I can’t hold my breath, but forget to breathe when looking at you
Albeit so brief, moments they seem the sweetest with you
And then all of these things are likened to dreams
And fade will you too
It’s a crime to have loved you
When in time you would go
Oh such a crime to have loved you of which I’m found guilty of
I’m tried and convicted
When I close my eyes, the looking glass lies
And tells me you’re near
Yet comfort is mine, the crime’s worth the time
To have had you here
