The Chase

A recurring dream that stings into my memory.
A thought of what could be, disintegrates and gets the best of me.
And I know we both know how, these types of things always go down.
But if I could find you know, we could remember what it's like to feel.

And if we slow this down, and take things slower this time
Maybe find the time between the lines between the lines
If you make me a part of your plan- pick me up just one time
Don't let me fall out of your hands
Don't let me fall out of your hands
Well I won't let you

The mind breaks down, the delicate design
Of where we've been, and what we've left behind
And if we slow this down, and take things slower this time
Maybe find the time between the lines between the lines
If you make me a part of your plan- pick me up just one time

Don't let me fall out of your hands
Don't let me fall out of your hands
Well I won't let you
Give me a chance to make a move, whats left to lose
So much more that I want to prove- If i could get to you.
A recurring dream, that stings into my memory.

If you make me a part of your plan- pick me up just one time.
Don't let me fall out of your hands.
Don't let me fall out of your hands.
Well I won't let you.