Sanoja: Dashboard Confessional. Alter the Ending. Even Now.

Even now, I can smell your clothes
Freshly from the wash
Still hot from the dryer

Even now, I can smell your skin
As I 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
And I always can find you again