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The sad thing was, I only knew him for an hour. Lyrics are subject to change, but give it a look...

Submitted:Jul 18, 2009    Reads: 148    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

How could I
let you slip
through my hands like water?
I admit that your quip
caught me off-gard.

And the only thing
that we knew
was that hour
when we flew
sailing down, as I watched you fall away...

The only thing
that I ask
is to remember me
after the ride's over.
The only thing
that I have
is this memory
before the ride's over.

The hazel eyes
I could see
they stared right
back at me
as we sat there waiting

The magnitude,
this weight,
I cannot escape.
It's too late
to turn back now...


Earrings glinted
in the light.
Can I touch them,
that's alright?...
Before the ride's over.

As we fell
from the top
screaming til the bottom
it won't stop...
until the ride's over

you came.
Your prescense
left a stain...
after the ride's over.

After the ride's over...
After the ride's over...
But is it really over?
Because you live on
You live on
Traveling along
In my stream of consciousness...

How could I
let you slip
through my hands like water?
Tell me again...


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