Everytime I Ride My Bike

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