If i remember things one at a time,
I started to feel like i understand.
The faded words of mine, was actually there right next to me.
Nights where answers doesnt come out.
A small bit of warmth,
And a longing in the distance,
I just remember them and live by repeating them.
What i'm holding out with both hands is the drip of time.
I hold on lightly to the forgetten memories in which i lost words to.
Yeah. yeah.
yeah. yeah.
this feeling will be kept in my heart.