The steady running of the small hand ticking
Another moment slip to the past
Memories get short, your hands grow coarse
Days bleed more into each other too fast
You want to get lost in fires that cause
Wreckage tossed in a love story
Maybe you need someone to be a shoulder or an ear when your heart speaks
I'm yours as long as you need me
Busy thinking we know where life is leading
Funny how with age more illusive are plans
Melodies once before collect into scores
Further back you stand more wisdom pours
You feel how it feels to love, control you want
You learn to give up
Maybe you need someone to be a shoulder or an ear when your heart speaks
I'm yours as long as you need me