I walk the streets tonight, just trying to clear my mind.
But every light, every corner, reminded me of our time.
My heart keeps writing letters to a place you used to be, and every one of them is addressed to: "Please come back to me.
" I tried to move on slow, but my soul won't let you go.
Love leaves a sacred trace; I still feel you in this place.
Where my heart still lives, I'm calling out your name.
Nothing feels the same.
Where my heart still lives.