For words, two minutes, three years
for my fingertips to grow numb
Could this be the moment
when the "finally" becomes the "wish I could"?
Desperation and outstretched memories
now I see you only in bad dreams
I never reset
I only see you in bad dreams
Let me explain
Close enough to feel your words
Far enough to read your flesh
for my fingertips to grow numb
Could this be the moment
when the "finally" becomes the "wish I could"?
Desperation and outstretched memories
now I see you only in bad dreams
I never reset
I only see you in bad dreams
Let me explain
Close enough to feel your words
Far enough to read your flesh