Here I am waiting; I'll have to leave soon. Why am I holding on? We knew this day would come; we knew it all along. How did it come so fast? This is our last night, but it's late. And I'm trying not to sleep because I know when I wake I will have to slip away. Here I am staring at your perfection in my arms, so beautiful. The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out - somebody slow it down. This is way too hard because I know when the sun comes up, I will leave. This is my last glance that will soon be a memory. I never wanted to stop because I don't wanna start all over. I was afraid of the dark, but now it's all that I want.
You always come back around.
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