Holding hands

I start to write this down as a letter
Despite I know I probably better not think
Or do a thing about it
It’s funny and scary how
Everything can be quickly upside down
And I wonder
If this is the way it should have always been

The way you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
Is it my fault?
I guess things really had to change
So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle
Holding hands

Now I understand
How it must have felt to be the only one home
And I was always gone

The way you used to call me every night
Am I awake?
It’s not my fault
I guesss things really had to change
And they definitely have
The way you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
It’s not my fault
I guesss things really had to change
So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle
Holding hands

The way you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
Is it my fault?
I guesss things really had to change
And they definitely have

The way you used to call me every night
I’m still awake
Is it my fault?
I guess things really had to change