When her fingers brush my skin When the night falls over all, Of everything that's been And everything we were And cannot be again
In the future, there will be a day
without a night that I think of you
Some distant afternoon in a bookstore
I will not look up, expecting to see you standing there
Past became present and I forget so much
I am sure the time is coming I won't remember your face
Ten years ago
I knew there would be days, without a night thinking of you
I was sure it would have happened by now
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I still love you (now and then) - Josh Ritter