Pause.

A pause & play button. A slow motion track.
A way to say thank you and never look back.
A journey not taken, one mile left to go.
I want to remember, I don't want to hear no.
You're much more than a drug, an addiction more like
too long without you, I'm already loosing my mind.
It's not much a matter of moving on fast, it's not like you're leaving...
I mean, you're going to come back?
Altering my ego, replacing what I lack.
It's time to move forward, and set a time worthy path.
Intuition takes over, and fast forward turns on.
Two months becomes days, becomes hours, becomes none.
Who would have thought that I'd still be here today,
you would think I had learned, I still don't know what to say.
I am stuck in a trance of memories and lust,
too scared to let things fly away with the dust.
The sensation of your touch is too strong to let die.
when our lips finally touch I take off and I fly.
The desire to hold you takes up most of my day,
I am asking temptation to come out and play.
I just want things to slow down, the clocks to turn slow.
I want you to stay here, I don't want you to go...