The Chase - Too Close To Touch, Kellin Quinn

A recurring dream that stings into my memory

A thought of what could be, disintegrates and gets the best of me

And I know we both know how, these types of things always go down

But if I could find you know, we could remember what it’s like to feel

And if we slow this down, and take things slower this time

Maybe find the time between the lines between the lines

If you make me a part of your plan, pick me up just one time

Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall out of your hands

If you make me a part of your plan, pick me up just one time

Don’t let me fall out of your hands

Well I won’t let you

The mind breaks down, the delicate design

Of where we’ve been, and what we’ve left behind

Give me a chance to make a move, whats left to lose

So much more that I want to prove, If I could get to you

A recurring dream, that stings into my memory