A contemporary love song in the style of pop, country, and influenced by 80’s synth. This song is about a love story slowly blossoming into a greater relationship. Both lovers shed their immaturity and can finally see the greater picture of their relationship. It has a dreamy surreal feeling to the track.
lyrics:
Lying here alone with you, every moment every day, I wish it could stay this way. He had our fights, our tender nights, are moments of shame and doubt. As young kids took us a long time to figure out, I never gave up and we never gave in.
Love is a fragile thing, can be cut like a thread or string. Can patch things up with needle and thread. We’re not always right, but not always wrong. Love is fragile, easy or hard to get. Love is crazy and all of it. Don’t make sense, then with closed eyes everything does again.
Young fools, who just made you our own rules. We knew what we needed, what could and wasn’t fulfilled. Sometimes you gotta forgive, other times you pour your heart don’t really have the words figured out.
Love is a fragile thing, can be cut like a thread or string. Can patch things up with needle and thread. We’re not always right, but not always wrong. Love is fragile, easy or hard to get. Love is crazy and all of it. Don’t make sense, then with closed eyes everything does again.
It took a little while, but when we held each other tight. Couldn’t sleep alone, with out you a sleepless night. Making mistakes learning one step at a time learning not to turn on a dime, tempering our youth.
Love is a fragile thing, can be cut like a thread or string. Can patch things up with needle and thread. We’re not always right, but not always wrong. Love is fragile, easy or hard to get. Love is crazy and all of it. Don’t make sense, then with closed eyes everything does again. Love is a fragile thing, can be cut like a thread or string. Can patch things up with needle and thread. We’re not always right, but not always wrong. Love is fragile, easy or hard to get. Love is crazy and all of it. Don’t make sense, then with closed eyes everything does again. Love is a fragile thing, can be cut like a thread or string.
