I don't know where I started, but I know where I stand It comes back like a whisper when I've tried to wash my hands of it And when I walk away, I take you as I'm leaving I'm still living in the history of a feeling I don't see you anymore but I see you in the mirror I only hear your voice when I know that you're not here with me And I know love's not lie but I have a hard time believing I'm still living in the history of a feeling And I've found new ways to separate the dead from the living And I've filled my heart where you were always missing Doesn't that count for something? And I've found new ways to count the days that you're not in And there'll come a time when you won't be on my mind every second Doesn't that count for something? I still get a tremor every time I face west Just when I think it's gone I feel it in my chest again It doesn't happen all the time and when it does it softly creeps in I'm living in the history of a feeling I'm living in the history of a feeling