[Verse]
It's a cla**ic case of the hunt
Coming alive to teach us a thing or two about
A thing or two about sealing the deal
With beheading ink and blinding paper
A stationary keeping you stationary
In your thoughts, in your sights, in your movements
Staring at the walls hoping she is staring back
[Chorus]
Singing tunes with the beats from the hearts of us all who are so sure we are destined to be loved
It's not until he skips town that he reconciles with the path he was so recently drug along
[Verse 2]
He's the puller now
Looking back just to study the bumps that it takes to diminish a lusting expression
I am not a soldier, you've only mistaken me for one
This is not what I had in mind when I thought "love"
So cast your apology across the sky
And cut me down from where I've managed to climb for the sake of the vibrant view
[Outro]
He's been the one he never meant to be but is certain that he wants to be with
Wants to be with
He has got the ink he never meant to read but knew he would keep copies of
Holding on, holding on