Fingers at the nape of your neck in a memory
I hold you close as the tide closes in, just for you and me
And as we bask in the light of the sky in solemnity
I feel a pit in the back of my throat, an anxiety
Oh, and it's the same sad thing that I've said before
I can't bear to say
And you begin so sweet with your grace and rapport
to encourage me
And with a gentle touch in the dead of the night
My mind returns to rust
I fall asleep
My mind at peace
But I've been plagued by the same dream
Night after night, every evening
Giving up your hand just to watch you go and
Ooh, walk away
And every single time it's the same thing
I wonder if it means you'll forget me
I'm falling to my knees, conceding for another day
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