Senses (1/20/14)

My eyes are growing tired,
My mind growing numb.
I can’t feel my fingers,
This has gone on for too long.

C
Awake my senses,
Bring me alive with your touch.
I’d give anything to feel,
The slightest nudge.
Breathe me in, exhale me out,
Jolt me to the core.
I need to feel alive again,
Before I am done for.

I taste you in my dreams,
But never when I wake.
I’m terrified of what this means,
A feeling I can’t shake.

I hear your voice in my head,
But where have you gone?
My eyes are searching for you,
But you’ve been away too long.

C
Awake my senses,
Bring me alive with your touch.
I’d give anything to feel,
The slightest nudge.
Breathe me in, exhale me out,
Jolt me to the core.
I need to feel alive again,
Before I am done for.

B
I smell your sweet cologne,
But you are not here.
It’s scary how your presence,
Still lingers here.
It lingers.
It lingers here.
Lingers.

C
Awake my senses,
Bring me alive with your touch.
I’d give anything to feel,
The slightest nudge.
Breathe me in, exhale me out,
Jolt me to the core.
I need to feel alive again,
Before I am done for.

I think "the slightest nudge" or "the slightest of nudges" would flow better than "even just a nudge".

And maybe change "still lingers here" to "continues to adhere". But I'm just being picky. It's a good song.

I can truly relate to this song. I know the experience how someone's presence (or absence) can be felt in all your senses. Sometimes when I'm standing in the subway or in a queu I can smell a perfume an ex-girlfriend used to wear. That always stirs up some memories. I don't know the name of that perfume and don't want to ask a stranger about it. I'm afraid it will come across as the lamest of opening lines. ;-)

Funny how even when people have moved on, traces remain.

Originally Posted by Peter Both

I can truly relate to this song. I know the experience how someone's presence (or absence) can be felt in all your senses. Sometimes when I'm standing in the subway or in a queu I can smell a perfume an ex-girlfriend used to wear. That always stirs up some memories. I don't know the name of that perfume and don't want to ask a stranger about it. I'm afraid it will come across as the lamest of opening lines. ;-)

I understand completely! Sometimes I swear I see someone out of the corner of my eye, even if it's an empty room. How strange!

Originally Posted by Jim Colyer

Funny how even when people have moved on, traces remain.

I definitely agree.