kissed by the rain not by you warmed by the spring not by you held in a ring dance not by you touched by a ghost not by you hours on the shore not with you lled by the wind not by you long for the evening not for you all those feelings not for you I’m here, I’m here, I’m dying I might only miss one thing I’ve stopped to talk about but it could be dream taking a picture not of you remembering times not with you love has nothing more to do