When the light scatters
  in the grass
As the landscape blurs
    through the glass.
Every bump in the road lets our knees touch
                                                                ­            fast
And I’m      just so afraid     that this moment
                                                                ­               can’t last.

Don’t want to forget all the things
     we schemed
Of hugs and of hands raised
       in comradery.
As I’m sat here alone I know that it’s
                                                                ­     ending,
And I’m      just so afraid           that my heart
                                                                ­                    will quit mending.


The last time I felt your hand            
on mine
We were united by threads I thought                        
   (were a sign)
Of some future we’d have if they’d                            
                                                          (final­ly untie).
And I’m         just so afraid         that we’ve said
                                                            ­                      (our goodbyes).