History Of A Feeling

I don’t know where I started, but I know where I stand

It comes back like a whisper when I’ve tried to wash my hands of it

And when I walk away I take you as I’m leaving

I’m still living in the history of a feeling

I don’t see you anymore but I see you in the mirror

I only hear your voice when I know that you’re not here with me

And I know love’s not lie but I have a hard time believing

I’m still living in the history of a feeling

And I’ve found new ways to separate the dead from the living

And I’ve filled my heart where you were always missing

Doesn’t that count for something

And I’ve found new ways to count days that you’re not in

There’ll come a time when you won’t be mind every second

Doesn’t that count for something

I still get a tremor every time I face west

Just when I think it’s gone I feel it in my chest again

It doesn’t happen time, and when it softly creeps in

I’m still living in the history of a feeling

I’m living in the history of a feeling