He's Slipping Through My Fingers

I see your face in the car passing by But you are gone before I can stare at it. I hear your voice in the middle of a crowd But it blends in before I can place it. I taste your lips on mine But the taste is gone before I can savor it. I smell your cologne in the air But it drifts away before I truly catch the scent. Why are you everywhere I am not? Why are you gone before I reach you? Why are you trying to tell me something-- What are you trying to tell me? STOP. I know what you are trying to tell me. And I see that you don't want me. So I will go, without a fight My love. But do not be surprised when the last thing you hear me say is I love you.