A tapestry of us
The fabric made of dark threads twisting and spiraling
But on a clear day there was love in technicolor
I'm holding on
I want to be the kind of lover who is strong
Memories good, memories hard
Is there a note to carry on?
The sound of ever after, or taking chances
Is there a window with the light on?
When all my hope is gone [2x]
[2x]
(Is gone [?x])