When you touch my hand
 the racing world stands
 And everything's still
 
 And I can't hold my breath
 but forget to breathe
 when looking at you
 
 Albeit so brief
 moments they seem the sweetest with you
 
 And then all of these things are likened to dreams
 And fade will you too
 
 It’s a crime to have loved you
 When in time you would go
 Oh such a crime to have loved you
 of which I'm found guilty of
 I'm tried and convicted
 
 When I close my eyes
 the looking glass lies
 And tells me you’re near
 
 Yet comfort is mine
 the crime's worth the time
 To have had you here