Slow Time کے بول

your presence means nothing without your touch your voice will never mean quite as much i know it's not real real to think it's better off not knowing not knowing a thing you were right it not meaning a thing your eyes will now forever forever sting knowing that you could never be there hurts in a way you could never care alone i stand and i stay forever is an awful price to pay will i ever stand at the base the base of your heart not me i'm playing a different part i can never shake these thoughts they might slow in time but they will never never die