That feeling, that we had long ago
I can sense it for an instant,
Then like snow in my hand,
Will we ever, accept that,
Pushing, pulling, stretching,
Trying hard to force it into shape
But the harder that we work it
The less it will ever be the same.
Pushing, pulling, stretching,
Trying hard to force it into shape
Pushing, pulling, stretching,
Trying, it will never be the same.
Last summer, sitting in a rented car
And you said I wasn't trying
And I know you were right
Will we ever, accept that
Pushing, pulling, stretching,
Trying hard to force it into shape
But the harder that we work it
The less it will ever be the same.
Pushing, pulling, stretching,
Trying hard to force it into shape
Pushing, pulling, stretching,
Trying, it will never be the same.