I'll take your hand but I'd prefer a thimble.

I remember when we first touched
I hadn't known you five minutes and already I'd fallen overboard
That was many years ago and I've held on to that memory fiercely, foolishly and far too long
You've grown up and left the Neverland and my dreams have grown dark without you here

And though I will always love you and hate you and cherish you and fear you, one thing I'll never do is forget you
Part of me wishes I could come with you but there's no room in your future for a Troubadour like me
So take my hand one last time and let me keep one perfect memory of the loveliest face I never kissed
Now go...
Go and find your destiny
I'll stay here...
Lost



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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