Ben Mills Picture Of You
			
Only a picture of you 
all that I have is a picture of you 
and faintly on my clothes 
is the scent 
of the fast fading memory 
of the time I spent with you 
charge the fire cos I'm cold 
I stare at the hand I long to hold 
It's all I wanna do 
is wrap my arms around you 
and take you to a place 
where we're alone