Out of Our Hands

Loosening my grip
Impressions on your skin
I held on to what was there
But it's not there

Looking in your eyes
I get a strange reply
The person that was once there
No longer lives there

You're still high on the chemicals
I'm just no good at letting go

Is this the end?
Or can we pretend?
That we can build castles out of dust
Playing with love is playing with sand
I can feel you slipping through my hands
We're back where we began
It's out of our hands

Every now and then
I like to lie and feel the comfort
Of our old bed
My hands on your chest

Your frizzy curly hair
Your maple eyes that stare
Look back at me in protest
They're so aware
But please
Stay in the moment with me
Just one more night (with you)
But I'm all out of breath
You're out of lines
We're out of depth
We're out of time
It feels like death but no one died
I guess

This is the end
We can't pretend
They never built castles out of dust
Playing with love
Is playing with sand
I can feel you slipping through my hands
We're back where we began
It's out of our hands

Oooo
It's out of our hands
It's out of our hands