i'll watch the lights slip past the trees

begging for kisses to be made

without a bottle's helping hands

we'll watch the movies where the lines are said

i will repeat them back to you

without a bottle's helping hands

talk about a long night for a fist fight

strap your memories to your back

and hang that noose around your neck

and your photos are fading now

you said this is your chance to turn it all around

'your past mistakes hold no weight

cause we're always moving forward

never turn around, don't look back now'

as we walk home the snow falls around us

as we fall onto the sidewalks with our heads up

always looking for a hand up or a hand out

it was nice to know you then