My hands are clenched,
Clenched so tight,
Closely to your delicate arms.
I'm holding on for dear life,
And trying not to cause any harm.
And when she moves right by me,
The only thing I see,
Is the fleeting thought of romance,
And the subtleties of peace.
I'm not supposed to be here,
Or is this honestly how it's supposed to be?

How can she walk away so fast [bad word] the future never lasts?
I knew I'd always question why
But I know love will take some time.
It's not a question, but a thought
Of what you have not what you've lost.
And through time everything will change
And we will give our love a name.