You...
Are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my finger tips
That's pulling at my skin
You...
Leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been coursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
Writer(s): Monty Powell, Keith Lionel Urban
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