Music: Daphné Holt/Claire Morehouse Douglas/Hunter James Metts/Watson Maack
All I get is dial tone
When I try and get to you
Tin can wire static
The phone is hanging from the booth
Our love was wide as craters
Could have shot right past the moon
But space got the best of me and you
Can I keep the watch you gave me
Or was it all just borrowed time
We felt just like a movie
Until the credits rolled on by
Did I love you too soon
What's a spark if it doesn't light
Could've held your pretty hand my whole damn life
Ooohhh
Would you hold me tonight
Same arms too tight
It's me, my eyes
Looking down a barrel of a past life
What we could have been kinda kills me
If this is the end then don't leave
Hold me too tight
Falling out of love
Is that what people do
If we built a house
Then we forgot the roof
The blue sky turned to grey
And the rain came pouring through
Love it got the best of me and you
Love it got the best of me and you