Slowly swaying back and forth as we keep seeking something
If we let go of our holding hands in darkness,
Swaying back and forth as we sing we simply gasp
At the end of my outstretched arms, see?
You're there, beyond my stretching arms.
We just get close to seperate again and again.
You laugh
When wounded and underestimated
Tears spill over and over again
The finger we were wrapping around unravels and we slowly fall...