i thought of how i could not live if i lost my wife & the torment of remembering the very last time we were intimate.
Lyrics
i've made my peace with the man upstairs
though i still wonder why , you're not here
in my bed at night...holdin' me tight
it's been a year since you've been gone
sometimes i hear your voice out in the breeze
but the wanting side of me still needs
THE LAST TIME WE MADE LOVE
THE LAST TIME THAT WE TOUCHED
I NEED THE LAST TIME THAT WE SHARED OURSELVES THAT WAY
THE LAST TIME THAT WE CRIED
PLAYIN' THOSE OLD SONGS BY THE FIRESIDE
RENDEVOUZ BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
WE FIT JUST LIKE TWO GLOVES..THE LAST TIME WE MADE LOVE
staring out through stone grey windows
thinkin' bout the last goodbye
and how it's so frustrating , contemplating life
we take it for granted , that we'll always be together
that's never enough , when the wanting side of you still needs
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