Verse 1:
He was like a city at 5 am, with its empty streets and its cold wind.
Like a happy ending you didn’t expect, or the sweet touch of a first kiss.
Then his sick smile, it broke you, as you knew one day he would be gone.
Knowing that he loved you, leaving you behind, you couldn’t come.
Chorus:
Maybe, we’re not lucky forever, but we’re lucky now and that’s enough.
You are fading, like a dying flower, plucked to show a simple sign of love.
So give me your forever, or at least, just for a while.
Verse 2:
If I could stop time so the sun won’t rise again, if I could spend his last night with him, I would.
Make one last memory, one last laugh, before you go to sleep for good.
Chorus:
And maybe, we’re not lucky forever, but we’re lucky now and that’s enough.
You are fading like a dying flower, plucked to show a simple sign of love.
So give me your forever, or at least, just for a while.
Bridge:
You said you weren’t ready.
But now your time has come.
Please close your eyes my darling.
It’s time to move on.
Chorus:
And maybe, we’re not lucky forever, but we’re lucky now and that’s enough.
You are fading like a dying flower, plucked to show a simple sign of love.
So give me your forever, or at least, just for a while.
End chorus:
And yes, we weren’t lucky, but we were lucky then, and that was enough.
You have faded, like a dying flower. Plucked to show a simple sign of love.
So give me your forever, or at least.
You gave me your forever, or at least.
give me your forever, or at least, just for a while.
-Famke Halma
"Jack and Sally"
His tall figure and slim bones gives me butterflies.
Her smile makes my dead heart pound.
The way he sings makes me want to dance.
I love the way her red hair combes through my bony fingers
I love the way his fingers feel against my skin
“Till death do we part” means nothing to us.
He’s the pumpkin king
She is my pumpkin queen
For it is plain as anyone can see, We are simply meant to be.
-Rebecca Gillespie
His tall figure and slim bones gives me butterflies.
Her smile makes my dead heart pound.
The way he sings makes me want to dance.
I love the way her red hair combes through my bony fingers
I love the way his fingers feel against my skin
“Till death do we part” means nothing to us.
He’s the pumpkin king
She is my pumpkin queen
For it is plain as anyone can see, We are simply meant to be.
-Rebecca Gillespie