I'm writing now on the sky
Where I used to place all my dreams and bet on fate
Now I'm tracing in the clouds ......
Under my arm I've always carried this note
I thought maybe you wouldn't come
And I knew you would
So I left it in my pocket every word growing old
Never losing it's meaning
Every day I laid awake broken
While you were away
Nothing's ever the same
As I carve you out of my day
Fall asleep to memories at night
Now I see you here
Right across the room
I'm handing you this note
I held on to for so long
And I died with out
I was lost with out
Roaming around in the crowds
I'm writing in this sky
Where I used to dream
I carved out today
I knew in every moment I lost
I knew in every moment I died
That you would find me here
You would find me here
Now I'm safe
Now I'm hand tied
It's ok
It's ok
Old letters
Still have meaning
Just like yesterday
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