History Of A Feeling

I dont know where I started, but I know where I stand
It comes back like a whisper when Ive tried to wash my hands of it
And when I walk away, I take you as Im leavin
Im still livin in the history of a feeling
I dont see you anymore but I see you in the mirror
I only hear your voice when I know that youre not here with me
And I know loves not lie but I have a hard time believin
Im still livin in the history of a feeling
And Ive found new ways to separate the dead from the living
And Ive filled my heart where you were always missin
Doesnt that count for something?
And Ive found new ways to count days that youre not in
And therell come a time when you wont be mind every second
Doesnt that count for something?
I still get a tremor every time I face west
Just when I think its gone I feel it in my chest again
It doesnt happen all the time and when it does softly creeps in
Im still livin in the history of a feeling
Im livin in the history of a feeling