So it`s been weeks and I can`t help but stop and think,
These rooms seem cold without you.
Memories turned salty cheeks,
I still feel the flames you held beneath my feet.
Life may ever be so good again.
I`ve been staring at these pictures so long, I swear they`re talking back.
Today is for the living.
These songs we`re singing are more than moving on,
They`re the only ways we`re making sense of a world that`s small enough to shake.
But it`s still strong enough to break us down.
I`ve tried to capture it and never found a way.
`Cause wrapping words around a love that made
Palaces of parking lots and art of ugly hearts
isn`t easy.
What we gave, what we had.
Some may never understand how twenty kids in three vans won`t ever be the same again.
What we gave, what we had.
Six weeks in the clouds and I`m still not ready, not ready to come down.
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