And all that I can remember
Is picking up the pieces to an unexpected night
And is the real?
I'll be back seat staring through the window
All night until you find
That I'm ok, and my hands aren't shakin' this could be all that we make it my dear
And I fear, that we've been chasing after something, time just can't erase
And this is the only thing I know to live
And hold my tongue, oh oh
So raise your glass and toast to the one's that needed you the most
I'll hold my tongue
And this could be all that we make it