Everytime I Ride My Bike - Firefox AK

Every time you say there’ll be

Every time you say there’ll be a change

I’ll be counting til ten until it strikes again

Your blood wrote melodies

Formed patterns like bright red leaves

The pavements grey ash

Stained your face with dust

I am holding on to you

I am holding on to you

Every time I ride my bike

Past the corner where you fell that day

There is this growing feeling, my head is pounding of shame

People are rushing by

Too busy to realise

That there are still flowers on the ground

And several notes of goodbye

I’m holding on to you

I’m holding on to you

I’m holding on to you

I’m holding on to you