i will always remember our hands on the table and i i could not unlock from your stare and though i ve tried to untie from your anchor i can t i am no good at giving up i am directing our movie our 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 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 do not go from my road  soon my moon will fall soon my moon soon my moon will fall