Air
I don't know what we ever had
The memory of our love is like a ghost inside my head
We're just two strangers in a bed
The love we built together is hanging by a tread
We let the lights burn out
we've got nothing left to talk about
We know the clock is counting down
There's nothing that we can do
Let call this love what it is
Some broken glass an empty seat
There's nothing left to defeat
We've tried and tried
Its like holding on to air
Holding on to air
Something that's not even there
Holding on to air
We keep trying to raise the dead
Waiting for a future that we know we'll never have
We're just a fading silhouette
There's no use holding on
Its time to face the end
We let the lights burn out
We've got nothing left to talk about
We know the clock is counting down
There's nothing that we can do
whoaaa
Let call this love what it is
Some broken glass an empty seat
There's nothing left to defeat
We've tried and tried
Its like holding on to air
Holding on to air
something that's not even there
Like holding on to air
whoaaa
Torn hearts
they don't like
be bled out and run dry
This is it
We both cried
We don't have to hide
Let call this love what it is
We're holding on to the air (holding on to air)
Holding on to the air (Hooold)
Something that's not even there
Holding on to the air
whoaaa
The memory of our love is like a ghost inside my head
We're just two strangers in a bed
The love we built together is hanging by a tread
We let the lights burn out
we've got nothing left to talk about
We know the clock is counting down
There's nothing that we can do
Let call this love what it is
Some broken glass an empty seat
There's nothing left to defeat
We've tried and tried
Its like holding on to air
Holding on to air
Something that's not even there
Holding on to air
We keep trying to raise the dead
Waiting for a future that we know we'll never have
We're just a fading silhouette
There's no use holding on
Its time to face the end
We let the lights burn out
We've got nothing left to talk about
We know the clock is counting down
There's nothing that we can do
whoaaa
Let call this love what it is
Some broken glass an empty seat
There's nothing left to defeat
We've tried and tried
Its like holding on to air
Holding on to air
something that's not even there
Like holding on to air
whoaaa
Torn hearts
they don't like
be bled out and run dry
This is it
We both cried
We don't have to hide
Let call this love what it is
We're holding on to the air (holding on to air)
Holding on to the air (Hooold)
Something that's not even there
Holding on to the air
whoaaa
Credits
Writer(s): Rayvon Owen, Seth Hamilton Jones, Cameron Jaymes
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