Hands On The Table

I will always remember our hands on the table and I
I could not unlock from your stare
Though I’ve tried to untie from your anchor I can’t
I am no good at giving up
I am directing our movies, our plays 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 time
Carefully planned our escape
I would pass you a key pay off the judges to free you
If that’s what it takes then why wait
I am one color shot from your neon sky
Do not go from my road
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
All my colors were fading from the days of exchanging my tube
All the trains that I took home to you
When the signal broke I spoke to you on paper
From the parking lot to your bed where you are not now
Do not go from my road
Do not go from my road
Soon my moon
Ohh! Soon my moon