Hold

I want it glued to my fingers
I hold in my hands
What I am trying to keep
But I cannot avoid
To see it slipping through
I see it slipping through

But I hold what I hold

This tree has grown older
And I can't reach the highest branch
I see you moved over
But I can't get to the place on your side



Credits
Writer(s): Alin Coen, Jan Frisch, Fabian Stevens, Philipp Martin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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