Paper edges curling slow
Words we wrote so long ago
Ink has blurred but I still see
Every
line you left for me
Fading letters in my hand
Like the tide that leaves the sand
Every word is slipping through But they all still lead to you
Light is soft on empty walls Echoes fill these quiet halls
Pages worn but still they keep Every secret that I seek
Fading letters in my hand
Like the tide that leaves the sand
Every word is slipping through But they all still lead to you
Time can fade the black to grey But your voice will always stay
Fading letters in my hand Every word still understands
They will
always lead to you
They will
always lead to you
