I remember the thrill of the way too late-night phone calls
That never amounted to much
The electricity that ran through my fingers
The very first time that we touched
I remember the heat from a way too late-night summer road
We never thought it would end
On the radio the sound of love would linger
And follow us around every bend
When mornings stuck on repeat start weighing you down
What have become of you and I
You said you're hurt
Well, so am I
What will become of you and I
You're still here
And so am I
I remember the words that could never be unspoken
The consequence of things left unsaid
How we carried on while leaving something broken
A silent hope of better times ahead
When mornings stuck on repeat turn slowly into years
And all of your fears start weighing you down