Tie a string around your finger,
so you will remember these words
spoken sincerely lamenting the coming absence.
And we go on
with our plans.
Unfolded
napkins
cleaning up the messes we make.
We're clumsy without each other
and the laughter of our better days.
We're clumsy out there on our own,
and our laughter
is the rhythm we need to keep moving on,
our heads held high, and our minds strong.
It's that something we need.
It's that something we need.
It's that something we need
to stop our hearts from skipping a beat,
as we move through the fields of memories.
I'll pick one, you'll fill a bouquet.
Take the string from your finger,
entwine it around the stems
to hold our lives together
from here until the end.
Tie a string around your finger,
so you will never forget these words
spoken sincerely in lament of our better days.
We're clumsy without each others'
hands to steady us along the way.
We're clumsy without each others hands.
We're clumsy without each other.