Torn up hands replacing average lives with this
A moment stands amongst a sea of moments missed
A bitter chill can’t seem to hold your gaze
It’s been four years, but god it feels like just four days
And I can’t go, until you’re following
Strain in my throat, won’t be soothed by anything
I can’t deny, I haven’t written a line I wouldn’t say to your face
But then again, I almost haven’t written a thing
I know, you know, we can’t see it
I know we’re not the same
Hold me back, hold you close, hate to see you go
Don’t know, when we’ll meet again
Count the days, until we say goodbye
Count the years that we won’t be in each other’s lives
Count on me to be the one who waits for you
Count the moments that we shared staring into each other’s eyes
I know, you know, we can’t see it
I know we’re not the same
Hold me back, hold you close, hate to see you go
Don’t know, when we’ll meet again
(Break)
I know, you know, we can’t see it
I know we’re not the same
Hold me back, hold you close, hate to see you go
Don’t know, when we’ll meet again
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