Trace کے بول

a hand can trace a heart, some shapes a lover's back, a sleeping face so unknowing, and so unsaid could you tell if someone instead would trace would trace would trace would trace if i were gone, you would go on of touch, and of taste feelings too small to trace in the warmth of sun in your hair in a doubt you're not sure is there you will trace will trace will trace will trace what i can't see is killing me when feelings fade i will retrace and i will stay with you when feelings fade i will retrace and i will stay with you all the time