Katy Eggleton. A Hand To Hold. Annual (Paperback Edition). Zeneszám

I wanna write you a letter, i?d start with how it looks like rain, i'd tell you things you'd forget, when everything?s the same?i could write a novel, it will be for our age, because we always stuck together, on the same page?scribbling on paper, glancing at the clock, hoping time goes faster, except when i?m with you?slamming our lockers, walking down the stairs, bending over laughing, waiting to be late?my heart is the archives, the album of our lives, open me up i?ll be there, any time you need, any time?you need?tearing pictures from magazines, and you?re far away, but you are the only thing, that?s keeping me awake?grabbing jacket sleeves, stepping on heels, pushing my way past them, while searching for you?matching our footsteps, never tracing tracks, stuck in the mud, getting frustrated?my heart is the archives, the album of our lives, open me up i?ll be there, any time you need, any time?any time?you need?my dreams go just like my days, i?m not living history, i?m our living history, phrase by phrase?who can tell where we?ll end up, and if i?ll be with you, i know i?ve written a novel here, but it?s just what i do?, but it?s just what i do?my heart is the archives, the album of our lives, open me up i?ll be there, any time you need, any time?any time?any time?you need?my heart is the archives, the album of our lives, open me up i?ll be there, any time you need, any time?any time?any time?you need