I can't remember the first of my life.
I won't remember the last.
Whatever we'll be in 80 years, is whatever we were in the past.
Only the bones left behind could prove we were real.
Some pictures we took with a smile.
But they'll never know how we feel.
The sounds that you make in my ear when we're close as we ever can get. The rhythm that brought us all here. The times we will never regret.
I hold you close to make up for the years before we were born, and after we're dead.
In the blink of an eye... we'll stand on the stage, and sing our duet.
Squeeze my hand like it's the last time, 'cause someday it will be. I hope like hell that your face is the last thing I see.
Long-time fan of Eric's songwriting, guitar-playing, vocals, arranging and producing. Know it well enough to know whatever he writes and records, I will want it! hattiewilcox