I don't want to get used to missing you again.

That night was a song that you sang to me.
I was caught up in your beauty.
Your eyes had a hold on me
they would not release me.

It was the coldest night this summer, but for you.
Your love was warm. Your touch was warm.
Your words were warm over the telephone.
Your touch was warm that night in the park.
your love was warm. Your touch was warm.