For all the hours here that move too slow. There's all this letting go, that don't pass. If all this love is real, how will we know?. If we're only scared of losing it, how will it last?.
I'm coming over, darling. Don't leave the doors unlocked. I'm coming over, doll. It's something you can't stop. Nobody taught you how to cry. Well you won't even have to try.
Poor little rose, beaten by the rain. In the wind, in the gale, thunder and the hail. Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane. Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel.
For all the hours here that move too slow. There's all this letting go, that don't pass. If all this love is real, how will we know?. If we're only scared of losing it, how will it last?.