Feels like fickle fate, pure devotion laid to waste Yet somehow I will hold her, be the mender of her wings Feel the brightness of potential and how good it could’ve been
At my call, you swoon
Honeysuckle dreams come true
When we touch, you tremble
Just like you’re mine
And where your heart just can’t decide
It’s still real to me
It feels so real to me
Rust what used to be, as to forget the former things With the path before me clear, her memory gone in an instant Defuse the rumination of how good it could’ve been
At my call, you knew
You couldn’t really stay for long
And there’s only so much you can give
When you don’t believe it
Leave the willows still weeping to the ground