The sense to see and i saw you walk away
the sense to feel and i feel lonely everyday
the sense to hear for i heard you say goodbye
the sense to taste now i can taste the tears that i cry
my senses tell me all that i need to know
it's over but i don't have the sense to let you go
it doesn't make much sense for me to cry for you
and if i had any sense at all i'd realize we're through
but my senses are reacting much too slow
and it's over but i don't have the sense to let you go
yes it's over but i don't have the sense to let you go