Quinn XCII — Panama

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Hold on to me, hold on to me
Panama now seems so sad
Have we outgrown our childhood memories?
Paranoid that we may have
Send postcards with our names signed gently
Writing down what’s in my head
We’re wasting time, you claim there’s plenty
It’s all I think about in my bed

22 years in a row
I never missed you around my lowest
‘Cause you were always there
Yeah, you were always there
It’s breaking my body down slow
I never told you to up and go
But I still know you’re there
Yeah, I still know you’re there

You’ll wait for me tonight
‘Til our moment arrives
I’ll stay writing words in the memory of you
You tell me, way-oh
«Don’t mind me saying, but I can’t stay longer»
Way-oh, «I’m leaving this place and I’ll be good»

Hold on to me, hold on to me
Panama now seems so sad
Have we outgrown our childhood memories?
Paranoid that we may have
Send postcards with our names signed gently
Writing down what’s in my head
We’re wasting time, you claim there’s plenty
It’s all I think about in my bed
It’s all I think about in my head

25 years, feeling old
I was younger when you came home
Now I’m so aware of, oh, how much you cared
I’m taking my time on the road
So these memories I’ll always hold
Yeah, I’m so aware of, oh, how much you cared

‘Cause you were me and I was you
Tears rushing once our time was through
It’s not often I see your coffin
Just know I’m lost in the pain from you
You tell me, way-oh
«Don’t mind me saying, but I can’t stay longer»
Way-oh, «I’m leaving this place and I’ll be good»

Hold on to me, hold on to me
Panama now seems so sad
Have we outgrown our childhood memories?
Paranoid that we may have
Send postcards with our names signed gently
Writing down what’s in my head
We’re wasting time, you claim there’s plenty
It’s all I think about in my bed

Feelings change and feelings go
I know this, I know
Though we’re distant on this road
I know this, I know
There’s a feeling in the waves
Your eyes on me, then suddenly, it all feels okay

Hold on to me, hold on to me
Panama now seems so sad
Have we outgrown our childhood memories?
Paranoid that we may have
Send postcards with our names signed gently
Writing down what’s in my head
We’re wasting time, you claim there’s plenty
It’s all I think about in my bed

Hi Mike, this is Nana
Just calling to wish you a happy birthday, have a good day
You don’t need to give me a buzz back ’cause I know you’re busy
I love you, bye