Hands on the Table

I will always remember our hands on the table and I I could not unlock from your stare Though I've tried to untie from your anchor I can't I am no good at giving up I am directing our movies, our plays 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 time Carefully planned our escape I would pass you a key pay off the judges to free you If that's what it takes then why wait I am one color shot from your neon sky Do not go from my road 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 All my colors were fading from the days of exchanging my tube All the trains that I took home to you When the signal broke I spoke to you on paper From the parking lot to your bed where you are not now Do not go from my road Do not go from my road Soon my moon Ohh! Soon my moon