In a book- in a box- in the closet In a line- a song I once heard a moment on a front porch late one june In a breath inside a whisper beneath the mooon
There it was at the tip of my fingers There it was on the tip of my tounge you were and I had never been that far There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms And I let it all slip away
What do I do now you're No back up plan no second chance And no one else to blame All I can hear in the silence that remains Are the words I couldnt say
Theres a rain that will stop fallin There a wall that I tried to take down What I should have said wouldnt pass my lips So I held back and now we've come to this And it too late now
What do I do now that your gone No back up plan no second chance And no one else to All I can hear in the that remains Are the words I couldnt say
What do I do now that your gone No back up plan no second chance And no one else to blame I can hear in the silence that remains Are the words I couldnt say