Wandering Minds

I'll save my words to make the most of it

Do you still remember my touch?

And the way my hand fit yours?

The time has passed and gone

I can't hold back

My mouth won't let me

It's the touch of your skin

Is it lust or something else?

Saving my words to make the most of it

Because I can't predict what tomorrow will bring

And my words might fall on deaf ears

Because I can't hold back

My mouth won't let me

I still remember your touch

These memories are burning

and only embers are within me

Is it lust or something else?

I'll hold my tongue

For yesterdays gone and tomorrow I can't predict

I'll hold these words in

To hopefully make the most of it

So what I say won't fall on deaf ears

And we'll be able to progress from here