We will find a way (:

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you

Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights, almost left behind
Suitcase of memories,
Time after some time you'd picture me
I'm falling too far ahead, you're calling to me, I can't hear what you say
You say, go slow. I fall behind
The second hand unwinds...

I miss you, I love you, and I'll hold on to you always~

and the heron stood in the shallows; motionless and waiting