The clock keeps moving Quiet in it's honestly The painting you sent me Was hanging on that wall for 15 years I wanna hold this Not knowing when it ends but it will end Just like the shore break Hits hard at first, then it flows back to begin again I can't have this back But I can't hold the weight of both at the same time The first of November Called you on a Sunday afternoon Hearing your silence I knew everything would change Then there was laughter Joy came back in a very different hue What a decision Without a choice on a Sunday afternoon I can't have this back But I can't hold the weight of both at the same time I can't have this back But I can't hold the weight of both at the same time