I start to write this down as a letter
Despite I know I probably better not think
Or do a thing about it
It’s funny and scary how
Everything can be quickly upside down
And I wonder
If this is the way it should have always been
The was you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
Is this my fault?
I guess things really had to change
So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle
Holding hands
Now I understand
How it must have felt to be the only one home
And I was always gone
The was you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
It’s not my fault
I guesss things really had to change,
And they definitely have
The was you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
It’s not my fault
I guesss things really had to change,
So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle
Holding hands