Your fingers tapping on the table
My feet are bouncing on the floor
I haven't slept for 40 hours, and I will wait for 40 more
Until the last shot of the war
They say the waiting is the worst part
I only hope that that's the case
But I won't let a single instant or a moment or go to waste
To watch a memory erased
Hold on
Hold on
Cuz I don't have the time to wait
No, I don't want to be too late
Your face is burned into my memory
I've traced the lines so carefully
I've memorized the hills and valleys
And the freckles on your cheek
The way you smile in your sleep
You said that nothing lasts forever
But won't let you fade away
As time begins its slow destruction, the inescapable decay
The colors bleaching into gray
Hold on
Hold on
Cuz I don't have the time to wait
No, I don't want to be too late
