Soft & Sweet - The Fight Lyrics

She asked to roll the windows down, drew a heart inside the fog
It's been eight years since she has stepped outside these hospital walls
So I take her to the diner, where the waitress knows my name
And she greets us with a smile, and Laura does the same
But something inside her clicked before she finally realized
That Laura's right here with me, words stumble by surprise
So she takes us to our table, and tells us "This one's on the house"
And I've never felt so lucky, and I've never been more proud
Just to see her smile briefly, and before she turns away
She tucks her hair behind her ears, and then I see her body sway
There's Dylan on the jukebox and a chance that I can't miss
So I twirl her like the movies, and steal it like a kiss

And she's saying "Oh, please take me to the picture show
I'm just not ready to go back home, alright?"
Driving slow, her hands are cold
It's a reminder we may only have tonight
So I'm holding on
She's letting go
Of the fight

Now I'm writing in my journal, while Laura's sound asleep
It's four hours after midnight in a downtown apartment suite
And there's a humming on the TV; a snowy static on the screen
And a single bed to sleep in for the seventh day this week
So I'm laying on the couch tonight, to give her space, but I won't be far
But I know without a single doubt, when I awake, she's in my arms
Now, I don't take it for granted, I count my blessings every day
To have finally found my better half and at such an early age
Well, I tell my friends about her, saying "One day I'll marry her!"
And they laugh at me, or they brush it off, but I swear I'll keep my word
Don McLean will play at our wedding, the song we heard on her stereo
The night she sang her love to me "And I Love You So"

Keeps saying "Oh, please take me to the picture show
I'm just not ready to go back home, alright?"
Driving slow, her hands are cold
It's a reminder we may only have tonight
So I'm holding on
She's letting go
Of the fight

The nurse decides to wake me up and let me know it's half-past eight
Brings me dinner from the station, I try to keep my eyes awake
So I take a look beside me, and I see Laura in the bed
Oh, a simple dream can make it seem like an easier life instead
But I'm forced to face reality, it's sober, stark and bleak
I only hope she finds serenity in the hours of which she sleeps
There's a rose that's tinted yellow on the table next to me
From the night I said "I love you" and stole her breath while on one knee
She wrapped her arms around me, tears of joy staining her cheeks
A brand new life awaited us, we were engaged at just nineteen!
But the nosebleeds started rapidly, and pretty soon it was commonplace
Her body rejected any medicine, she threw up every meal she ate
Now bed-bound here in Chelsea, sixteen hours from her home
Her parents still send postcards, but she never reads the note

Keeps saying "Oh, please take me to the picture show
I just want to get outta here tonight"
I said "I know"
This room is cold
It's a reminder where we have to spend our lives
She keeps crying "Please, just let me leave"
But I know that she won't make it on her own
So I'm holding on
She's letting go
Of the fight