staring at the bottom of your glass
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
but dreams come slow and they go so fast
you'll see it when you close your eyes
maybe one day you'll understand why
everything you touch surely dies
maybe one day you'll understand why
everything you touch surely dies
well you see it when you fall asleep
but never to touch and never to keep
cos you loved it too much and you dive too deep
only know you love it when you let it go
and you it go
and you it go.
