NYDO - Feeling It Now (Чувствую это сейчас)

I stand here, breathing, far across the surface,
Trying to wipe away what can't be undone.
The sweater still hangs on the back of the door,
Sleeves empty, shoulders sagging like they gave up.
I press my face into the wool sometimes,
Chasing the ghost of your warmth that's already cold.