Young Lights - Strangely Intimate

And I can still taste
My cigarettes on your lips
The color red
So damn inviting

I can still feel your insecurity
The fire red
When you first looked at me

Immediately
That chemistry
Strangely
Intimate

I can still smell
The flowers that bloomed in your hair
My fingers have never felt such luxury, babe

I can still see
The moment when you first woke to me
So small in my arms
Looked like a part of me