Behind His Last Goodbye

With a gentle hand he sweeps a strand of hair back from my eyes
And sees me cry
And with a tenderness he’ll press his lips to mine and for a while
He holds me tight
And oh he’s careful not to close the door behind his last goodbye
He leaves me breathless
and he makes the woman in me come alive
And I’m a fool
who let’s him in time and again don’t ask me why
While the moments turn to precious memories
The questions go unanswered in my mind
And though he’s careful
not to burn the bridge behind his last goodbye
He wonders in and out my life through the shadows like a thief would
In the night
Though he leaves but when he leaves
He leaves more than just a woman satisfied
And though he’s careful not to close the door behind his last goodbye
He leaves me breathless and he makes the woman in me come alive
And I’m a fool
who lets him in time and again don’t ask me why
While the moments turn to precious memories
The questions go unanswered in my mind
And though he’s careful not to burn the bridge behind his last goodbye
With a gentle hand he sweeps a strand of hair back from my eyes
And sees me cry
And with a tenderness he’ll press his lips to mine
And against my will he says goodbye