I feel you near me when I close my eyes.
Your touch upon me when I close my eyes.
Who are you? Where are you?
The way your hand brushes my cheek.
And still I wonder and I seek.
Who are you? Where are you?
Your lips press to mine, so warm and sweet.
But still to find you’s an amazing feat.
Who are you? Where are you?
Are you a dream I long to see?
Or is it your voice saying “Wait for me.”
Who are you? Where are you?
Will this feeling fade with time?
Or is this love real and divine.
Who are you? Where are you?
Are you imagined or are you real?
Could I imagine this feeling I feel?
Who are you? Where are you?
So often have I dreamed of you.
Could all those dreams just not come true?
Who are you? Where are you?
Would I get over you if I could?
Would I want to? I know I should.
Who are you? Where are you?
I stand here thinking “Should I wait or should I go”
And though I wonder I still don’t know
Who you are. Or if you’ll come