paroles de chanson His Head - BECCA

They were, untouchable.
You would get burned.
She left, a while ago, but it still hurts.
Their love, is breathin' here, without a word.
But they loved too hard, too young too fast,
They left no time to make it last.

His head will never let her go
Though his arms are tired He still holds on
But he can't hold them together
She was, his fantasy. His every dream.
And I'm, nothing like, that beauty queen.
The life, he promised her, meant everything.
But they went too far, to make it last,
Now their legends of the past.

His head will never let her go
Though his arms are tired He still holds on
But he can't hold them together
Her head will never let him go
Though her arms are tired She still holds on
But she can't hold them together

I wish I could kill the memory
I wish that it was me instead
I'm not the girl he almost married
I'm not the one he won't forget

My head will never let it go
Though my heart is tired
I still hold on...

His head will never let her go
Though his arms are tired He still holds on
But he can't hold them together
Her head will never let him go
Though her arms are tired She still holds on
But she can't hold them together