• Our grips were tight
    Our bond was close
    Then you started slipping fading turning away


    What am I to say things only happen in those days
    Your smile faded
    Your hand lost the grip
    As I reach for your lip you blow a kiss and whisper
    woa woa hold on take it slow make it last those things only happend in the past



    You smile at that picture
    You shake head you rip you tear you burn our memories
    Then you turn around a painted face
    Your hand held down by your side


    What am I to say things only happen in those days
    Your smile faded
    Your hand lost the grip
    As I reach for your lip you blow a kiss and whisper
    woa woa hold on take it slow make it last those things only happend in the past


    woa woa take it take it take it now...

    You reach for the sky hold your hand high and drop our memories.