Artist | Hobbyist | Photography
Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you will make a dream last
The dreams come slow and goes so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you will understand why
Everything you touch all it dies.
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know your lover when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know your lover when you’ve let her go
And you let her go.