Hands on the Table

I will always remember

Our hands on the table

And I, I could not unlock from your stare

And though I have tried

To untie from your anchor

I can't, I am no good at givin' up

I am directing our movie

A play in my mind

A moment suspended in time

That I keep on rewind

And the ink, it is bleeding through pages

Where I wrote down your name

And carefully planned our escape

I would pass you a key

And pay off the judges to free you

If that's what it takes, then why wait?

I am one cloud shy

In your neon sky

Do not go from my road

Do not go from my road

I was crippled and blurry

The day I walked into your frame

Well, I'm so focused now on your name

And my pages were fading

From the days of exchanging my tune

On trains that I took home to you

When the signal broke

I spoke to you on paper

From the parking lots

To our bed, where you are not now

Do not go from my road

Do not go from my road

Soon, my moon will fall

Soon, my moon

Soon, my moon will fall