Hands on the Table

I will always remember our hands on the table
And I could not unlock from your stare
And though I have tried to untie from your anchor, I can't
I am no good at giving up

I am directing our movie I play in my mind
A moment suspended in time that I keep on rewind

And the ink it is bleeding
Through pages where I wrote down your name
And carefully planned our escape
I would pass you a key and pay off the judges to free you
If that's what it takes, then why wait?

I am one cloud shy in your neon sky
Do not go from my road

I was crippled and blurry the day I walked into your frame
I'm so focused now on your name
And my pages were fading from the days of exchanging my tune
On trains that I took home to you

When the signal broke, I spoke to you on paper
From the parking lots to our bed
Where you are not now

Do not go from my road
Soon my moon will fall