11.Scrapbook
This scrapbook on my lap,
a soft head on my shoulder.
Behind these plastic pages
are some fadin' photographs.
Peculiar fashion styles.
in the corner there's a baby,
behind the infant's smile
is a heart I recognize.
What was I doing then？
Learnin' to take some steps,
walking through adolescence
some thousand miles away.
And up in heaven
God called a meeting.
And in the space that was next to mine,
He chose to write your name.
I never understood our weather here
or how together life and death must dance
But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who
I landed.
What are the chances？
There's the place where the story about us started and took the
stage.
It's been so many days.
But now the brakes are starting to crack.
Feels a little weird looking back
'Cause some things have changed,
some things have died.
But somehow you've stayed the same all this time
I never understood our weather here
or how together life and death must dance.
But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who
I landed.
What are the chances？
Some will say that it goes away
I will run and chase it down through that rolling thunder and
rain
I will risk myself and all it's 'bout to be, in that storm.
Either way, I'm gonna stay.
either way, I'm gonna stay.
Though the waves try to pull me away,
Either way I'm gonna stay.
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