Hands On The Table

I will always remember our hands on the table

And I could not unlock from your stare

And though I have tried to untie from your anchor, I can't

I am no good at giving up

I am directing our movie I play in my mind

A moment suspended in time that I keep on rewind

And the ink it is bleeding

Through pages where I wrote down your name

And carefully planned our escape

I would pass you a key and pay off the judges to free you

If that's what it takes, then why wait?

I am one cloud shy in your neon sky

Do not go from my road

I was crippled and blurry the day I walked into your frame

I'm so focused now on your name

And my pages were fading from the days of exchanging my tune

On trains that I took home to you

When the signal broke, I spoke to you on paper

From the parking lots to our bed

Where you are not now

Do not go from my road

Soon my moon will fall