The Touch of Your Hand

Did I lose you in the moment? Did I let it slip away? Confused by words I stammered out And even more by things I didn't say I'm surrounded by your echo And the image of your face The words are coming to me now Many hours too late Love- is what I meant to say Love I don't want to keep you up I don't want to make you weary But feel that if I let you go you'll vanish on the wind I don't want to say good night Couldn't we just talk forever?