When I close my eyes, I feel your skin

Back into my mind and back again

Crawling down my spine, your fingertips

I hate that I do, I hate that I do

I'm getting visions of you

Alone in my bed

I can smell the perfume

Get out of my head

These visions of you

It's all that I see

Tell me the truth

Are you thinking of me?

I'm getting visions of you

Thinking 'bout the time we went away

That's when you became my great escape

Days were passing by, the seasons change

And I hate that I do

But I'm still getting visions of you

Alone in my bed

I can smell the perfume

Get out of my head

These visions of you

It's all that I see

Tell me the truth

Are you thinking of me?

I'm getting visions of you