Captured (Restless Soul Reprise)

He holds me in both hands his eyes look through me
He wonders what she might be thinking ah' right now am I just a
Facsimile - A drop of sweat rests in the small of his back and he's
Gone captured by some feeling a moment that unwind,
Its simply a memory of her face her hair her sad face -
And those hands clawing with frustration
She can't say what it is, that she needs -
And so they go away and he goes back now,
To this place all that left are
Fragments of photo's now he smiles now he see's
He holds me in both hands...



Credits
Writer(s): Zara Lavinia Mcfarlane, Peter Bryan Edwards, Bopstar
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