last touch.
some say all you need is love.
well that's not always true.
sometimes that's not enough to save things.
some say time heals everything.
well that's not always true either.
i don't know if there will ever come a time when
my hands don't tremble when i stumble over silly keepsakes;
a faded fed ex envelope stuffed with pictures
and a disc full of pictures and love letters.
my greatest hope and my greatest fear is that we'll meet again after years
if only for a moment of silence where
an understanding and a memory passes--
a shared memory; nothing one-sided...
at present, there are so many memories...
an ocean with the strongest rip tide.
it takes everything to keep my head above the surface,
and there's no one drowning with me...
he rescued himself a long time ago.
other romances sleep beneath the sand,
but this one is always lurking just below the surface, ready to spring.
yet, just as it is, it does what the other's never will be able to:
it introduces me to denial
well that's not always true.
sometimes that's not enough to save things.
some say time heals everything.
well that's not always true either.
i don't know if there will ever come a time when
my hands don't tremble when i stumble over silly keepsakes;
a faded fed ex envelope stuffed with pictures
and a disc full of pictures and love letters.
my greatest hope and my greatest fear is that we'll meet again after years
if only for a moment of silence where
an understanding and a memory passes--
a shared memory; nothing one-sided...
at present, there are so many memories...
an ocean with the strongest rip tide.
it takes everything to keep my head above the surface,
and there's no one drowning with me...
he rescued himself a long time ago.
other romances sleep beneath the sand,
but this one is always lurking just below the surface, ready to spring.
yet, just as it is, it does what the other's never will be able to:
it introduces me to denial