| I remember proudly stepping over glass
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| That you said could never cut me
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| If I walked where you walked
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| Kept my hand in your hand
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| So I clung onto you
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| I remember soundly leaping over rocks
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| That you promised I would never trip on
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| If I kept my eyes up nothing would surprise us
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| I always wondered how
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| You never seemed to fall
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| You never seemed to be out of place
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| Whenever we were lost
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| You’d end up happy there anyway
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| I remember sleeping on a tile floor
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| Felt the nurses gently wake me
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| «Sir, you can come in now she’s
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| Waiting to see you
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| I wish that she were well»
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| There were rocks in your back
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| There was glass in your hair
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| You tried to smile but it wasn’t really there
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| You took my hand in your own, said «This feels like home»
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| And you begged me to take you there
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| You never seemed to fall
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| You never seemed to be out of place
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| Whenever we were lost
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| You’d end up happy there anyway
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| Saw you fading
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| Couldn’t take it on my own
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| How I hate it
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| That a heart so warm
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| Can end up cold
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| I remember dreaming that this wasn’t real
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| That you’d be there as I’m waking
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| We’d both deny we were scared
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| You never seemed to fall
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| You never seemed to be out of place
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| Whenever we were lost
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| You’d end up happy there anyway |