The way you moved into a room
Shimmering sparks would fly
The way your hair would catch the light
Then toss it into your eyes.

Every detail comes flooding in
Like releasing the tide
In an ocean of memories
I have no place to hide.

The touch of your fingers on my lips
The welcoming of your arms
The passion of wanting only you
The missing of all you are.

Every detail comes flooding in
Like releasing the tide
In an ocean of memories
I have no place to hide.