'Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth, still a little bit of you laced with my doubt, still a little hard to say what's going on. Still a little bit of your song in my ear. Still a little bit of your words I long to hear.

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness. Still a little piece of your face I haven't kissed. You step a little closer to me. So close that I can't see what's going on.'