Even Now - Dashboard Confessional

Even now I can smell the clothes, freshly from the wash, still hot from the dryer. Even now I can smell your skin, to wrap you in a towel, lay you on the bed and try to love you. Even now I can feel your arms, I can feel your breast, I can hear your songs and I always can find you again. Even now I can feel your hand gently over mine, with almost no weight at all. Even now I can feel your eyes, watch me as I strum, much too late at night. Even now I can see you smile, I can hear you hum, I can hear you sing and I always can find you again. Even in the dark of night, even in the lowest light, even as the world outside is spinning, and spinning. Even now I can feel your hair, blow across my cheek as we sit in one of two chairs. Even now I can feel your face, resting on my chest, wrestling for sleep and failing at it. Even now I can see you sleep, I can see you dream, I can see you fly and I always can find you again.