When I wake up to your footsteps, as you get up out of bed. They make a song that sounds so simple, but it dances in my head. A melody so perfect that it gets me through the day and the thought of us forever is one that won't ever go away.
All I need to know is where to start. Take my hand and show me forever, so never will I ever let you go.
So let's hold on together, to this paper and this pen and write down every letter to every word we've ever said.
Let's write our story and let's sing our song. Let's hang our pictures on the wall. All these precious moments that we carved in stone; Are the only memories after all.
Memories after all.
You know, you gave me hope, but I've got to let go. I've got to let go.
It's taking its toll, deep in my soul. Now I've got to let go.
We wrote our story and we sang our songs. We hung our pictures on the wall.
Now those precious moments, that we carved in stone; Are the only memories after all.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
When I wake up to your footsteps, as you get up out of bed. They make a song that sounds so simple, but it dances in my head. A melody so perfect that it gets me through the day and the thought of us forever is one that won't ever go away.
All I need to know is where to start. Take my hand and show me forever, so never will I ever let you go.
So let's hold on together, to this paper and this pen and write down every letter to every word we've ever said.
Let's write our story and let's sing our song. Let's hang our pictures on the wall. All these precious moments that we carved in stone; Are the only memories after all.
Memories after all.
You know, you gave me hope, but I've got to let go. I've got to let go.
It's taking its toll, deep in my soul. Now I've got to let go.
We wrote our story and we sang our songs. We hung our pictures on the wall.
Now those precious moments, that we carved in stone; Are the only memories after all.
