Senses

The sense to see and I saw you walk away
The sense to feel and I feel lonely everyday
The sense to hear, for I heard you say, goodbye
The sense to taste, now I can taste the tears that I cry

My senses tell me all that I need to know
It's over but I don't have the sense to let you go
It doesn't make much sense for me to cry for you
And if I had any sense at all I'd realize we're through

But my senses are reacting much too slow
And it's over but I don't have the sense to let you go
Yes, it's over but I don't have the sense to let you go