Hold me love, I can't sleep again. I have to kiss your nose? I wanna lay here next to him, love. I remember walking in the rain. Rain was falling on my hands, I don't wanna live through that again, no.
She was pregnant in May. Now they're on their way. Dashing through the snow. To St. John's, here we go. . Well, it could be a boy. It's okay if he's a girl.
And my hands are flickering. And the water turns to tracing paper and I watch you dry. I'm an army of stills like you flick between your fingers. You will always make me be faster than I am.